The Summit

Her spirit strolling reflection's mountaintop
faith's wings fluttering to float with praise,
single rose of hope blossoming in spreading splendor
God's breath felt swirling through the pines,
eyes feel his fingers leaving their strokes in the branches and soul.

Inhaling the whiff of heaven's scent felt so easy on this summit
letting it revive and refresh deeply and complete,
only wishing his husband was beside her,
instead of carrying his urn in keeping with his wishes,
spreading his ashes upon the Lord's winds of grace where his spirit already flies.