Into eternity

the sky cried while you lay dying
and today your passing
cast a gloom over the rooftops
dimly insinuating itself into my living room

the idea that the bright sun would relinquish its light
without the star-flecked reflection of your presence
seems unreal, but I was briefly gripped by it
until a fanciful image entered the scene

I pictured you
in your true home
among the endless galaxies,
where the living cannot enter
dreaming up a new world, reaching out,
weaving it together with the beauty of your melody
and with that thought, the sun fought through the clouds
and brought a little colour into the view
spreading to fill the sky, the horizon
and entering my head.

©Jane Paterson Basil