You are a golden lotus blossom
blooming my own eternity
into a weaving of contrasting likenesses.
a crystal, your light refracts
outward along your filaments
composing
the fabric
of your mortal being.
Your unprecedented tenderness
encounters each of my senses
and captures it;
this mortal coil has become
a most joyful lesson.
~Anna Chlewicki Lightfoot
