When I first lost him,
I dreamed of him.
I heard his voice,
saw his face, felt his touch,
smelled his scent,
tasted the salt of his skin.
Now, with all the intervening years,
I still dream of him.
But he comes as a swirl of color.
A melody of light.
He comes as a familiar yet in unfamiliar form.
I know it is him.
So perhaps this is what we become.
A swirl of light that dances
through our lovers memory
to stir the embers
reminding them of love
reminding them that love is light and color
and is transformed
but remains for all the days
stretching beyond what we knew
within the confines of this world.