You died and went to Heaven.
Every time I remembered you, I lit up.
I fold my hands in a prayerful grace.
Over my heart.
There you are a flame glowing.
Warm like the Sun.
I exhale into the tips of my hand.
Solar winds making heartfire.
Rippling to below.
My prayers for you create a sound, however slight.
Out through the golden eye it goes……
Shooting like rays of love.
Opening wider. Going further.
Right in the middle of my brain you are.
by Hillary Raimo, Synchromystic.