Spirit Butterfly

Spirit Butterfly

A Poem by I Am Svetlana

Blow out the candles.
Her candles for the dead.
Shaking hands forever.
Greeting the mourners,
each in silence
carrying loss like a bomb.

This torn light
on a still afternoon.
Arranging the flowers,
must look perfect.
Let you weep with us
in the dark.
These are legal gatherings. 

They want to sing--
the call & answer.
Makes me think of family.
To pay respects.
To know what to 
do with my sorrow.
Even the children fell silent. 

The choice of hymns
to the open casket.
Promises & wishes.
Butterflies of the spirit
traveling to a
yet-to-be-discovered place.
Even if we believe 
in other magic,
I want dying to be like this. 

© 2022 I Am Svetlana

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I Am Svetlana
I Am Svetlana

Madison, WI

"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more..