Life in Père Lachaise

Upon hearing "An American Prayer" 

 inside my ears, you fill my Soul,
more profoundly than before...
   
    I've been listening to this album too much lately, maybe...as if tis possible to listen to "too much" JDMorrison Poetry...nah...
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     JDM, Eternal Poet... 

I pray your Soul warmed to see our pilgrimage to your supposed (physical) Parisian resting place. 

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Did the Earth's aromatic Gift, 

our Patchouli incense stick,

kiss your Soul?

Nowhere could I find incense more pure..

Reluctantly, we trudged away;

my eyes tear-blurred, my body covered in sweaty Life-beads....

As we moved languidly down myriad mazed  hills,

that 2003 Parisian August HeatWave-d Morn, 

a tiny grey ghost-cat sought us out!

We fed her little Swiss cheese-rounds. 

Her emaciated frame flamed Life; donned boots;

she mewed thy name

she clowned

she faded softly into Père Lachaise's caverned cloistered homes

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Leo seemed thrilled, a'kicken at my body,

three months before his Soul re-entered Earth-Light... 

.... was he was furious at his mommy for gifting away his snack? 

I think no, as he listens to Jim 

Day and Night, 

his entire young Life,

Jim - full

I will nourish my child for Ever and more.

I will for Ever

immortalize your Words, your Magic, aLive, James,
until our paths cross again

With all the love I can share with you .... both .... 

beautiful, ancient, cerulean Souls, 

whose Lights have blessed my dubious, dark, JoyFull Life.

Graces for your Gifts...

humbled, CherylFaith

© CherylFaith Taylor 2012