Thou art The Empath
Angels fly from thine eyes
They caress me with Cloud,
blanket my Heart in
warm soothing aether pools
Your eyes' Heat
Shimmers
with your Soul,
Gifted,
Pure,
Blessed by Hot Old Stars ....
I leave,
your eyes inside me,
gentle, Full,
affirming,
pouring angels
Your eyes pour angels over me
as true mourning grips me
the angels hold me
Kiss my tears
succor
my fragmented Heart
Mourning finally fills me ....
Full flowered tears fall,
Flow for hours;
My Heart clenches my stomach
Thou art The Empath
Angels fly from thine eyes
They caress me with Cloud, blanket my rushing blood
My Heart pounds as the
unfamiliar weight of Pain
seizes me
until
I am no longer an empty,
floating Cloud, alone;
I exist again,
I have Become
a scorching Star,
frozen in my Space, alone,
but for those entranc-ed eyes,
standing still
on my silent Stage,
beckoning
blanketing,
the quiet, firey, whisp'ring eyes
of The Empath
holding me together
as I am seized -
the Cleansing squeezes me;
I have no fear,
flow with my
Rivers of Tears,
only for Moments insufficient
for a LifeTime lost,
but a Beginning,
a Becoming,
finally,
six months on
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with gratitude & love, for our
dear Dr. B.
