Like butterflies
Leaving a trail
of coloured crystals,
only in my dreams
can I see you
for all you could be;
Like feathers
floating down
gently glittering
in the warm sun,
like a soft doona
Chrisp and fresh
lightly crunching as
I fall into its hug,
like all the things
I never have time
to feel, or do, thankful
in my imagination
I can still see you,
in my soul
I can still feel
the traces of
soft flutters, hugs, glitter
and coloured crystals
that tear my heart
like grains of sand
in a dust storm
in this wasteland
after your passing.