BACK FROM THE DEAD

She lay gazing at the stars,
Hoping to find his face amongst them,
Wanting to see his eyes,
Feel his glare, his being....
And understand his vision.

And then she finds him,
She mentally re-arranges the stars,
She discovers that pronounced chin she adores,
The sunken cheeks, that stark forehead,
She realises his lips, his smile.... always crooked, a little.

She closes her eyes,
Knowing now that he is by her side,
Looking out for her from above,
Within her, in her being,
She knows now, the two are inseparable.

Her hands lift up, wet with the grass dew,
And she strokes his face,
She smiles, her cold touch turns warm,
She feels his body, close, warm, cosy,
And she knows, she knows... herself and him.

He lies, next to her, his hand on her head,
He plants a soft peck on her closed eyes,
Ans she wraps her arms around him,
She knows he is there,
Even if he is invisible, even when he is not there.

The night passes through,
The sun replaces the stars,
The darkness goes, the hollow white clouds in her place,
And she opens her eyes to the blinding brightness,
Alas..... the dream is broken...

And so she returns to her work,
Her children, his house,
For come night, come darkness, and the stars,
She shall lay on the grass, waiting for him,
For he will return from the dead for her.... one more time.