The intricacies of thought scan over the once present form and life
Life reigns through the sorrow that prevails
I drift, I drift among the soul of my blood
Yet closer and amidst obligation to her fragile and deteriorated memory.

Sunkissed and angelic
I passed her soul often with thought low in perception of ambient glance
At times, I wished for mingling of midnight dreams
To perhaps find not a mirror
But an alternate focus.

Recognition remained and recognition holds fast in past times and to times yet to come
History became a fast lane and all at once
Flowers scattered her willowy feet
On days like these, I cross our eternity in fond recollection.

So goodbye
We will meet in the place where there is no dark
Of time, there is a key within the storehouse of knowledge that blesses her smile
Holding it in cupped hands
Until I stir dead waters
Shall we meet in fields and forests of eternal light
The place of no darkness.

David Rossiter White

14-15/6/95

Postscript

This poem was written in memory of my friend Katie, who died some time ago now. About 1995. Although me and Katie were never great friends, she was one of the first people I'd known my age who'd died. Her death left be quite bewildered and shocked. Ironically she is buried a couple places down from my half-brother, who also died the same year.

Someone once said to me that it's easier to leave this world than to get in. They couldn't be more right.