Bondhi Tree

You slipped away from me

silk running thru my fingers

Your desire for younger cells

has lead you on a chase for the golden egg

the perfect diamond

Sometimes,

I say your name quietly at night

It escapes me like a sigh

so that only my angels can hear

Prisms of brilliant ice blue crystals

Scatter about

my spirit

My morning prayers under the bodhi tree

creates white space

And a knowingness

And something more beautiful then a perfect diamond

empties into this hollow space

THIS could have been your gift

Given freely

What radiates in your soul

now that it is undisguised?

I mourn what could have been,

what was

what is