You came to me last night
In a dream so vivid it must have been real
Your silver-blonde hair sparkled
And flickers of the past
Glimmered around you
Shimmering with memories
Playing at river’s edge
Two small girls immersed in imagination
Becoming sisters at days end
Only children, single souls
Entwined to become
Sisters of the heart
Chosen freely
Sisters of the heart
We were not born into each other’s lives
Together by choice not kinship
No bloodline could
Be more binding
Or privileged
Your loss more profound
Denied to the last breath, your last breath
As I stood at your feet, grasping
The cold, steel railing
That could not contain
Your fleeing spirit
You come to me in blessed dreams
And when I wake, I still feel the texture of your skin
I Close my eyes and see
Your brown eyes
Like liquid chocolate
Smiling your love