Unsent

For light you ears shall see
remnants of a star
like remnants of Grandma
that you can only see
in theory.

This light is time
as it stands by
purple cherry blossom tree
samurai sword in hand
very Japanese.

Light is your only being
as I tell you
that you have been dead for quite a bit
beyond the fields of Granada
as they show you
how nothing physical remains of a star
nothing like just the light.

I will not send you off
a summoner of
the light and sound the bear you name
-for you, my dear, are
chimes made marrow,
blood of my music
the smiling lips of my poetry.
You shall remain with me.