The world doesn’t look the same as it used to.
And what was it I was thinking?
I can’t think:
everything coming and going,
my memory leaving.
May the next life
when I am young again,
be as wonderful as this one.
And as the women pass,
they turn.
I can now see
how everything came to be
in the garden at home
above a blue silvery sky
the whole of life inside me.
Up through the light
I reach the end.
You love me and I love you
love is everything
and everyone.
In the silence of space
you will know
love goes on
after we are gone.