Boundaries between this world and the next
blur as I stand in mist
feet upon the earth, arms raised
billowness seeping from the sky.
I tip my face into the hovering cloud
spirit worlds surround me
and you are here,
my cheeks moist from your caress.
Slowly, sadness comes with warmth
as sun clears the air, blues the sky
eyes tear to realize
I am grounded, and you
are truly gone.
In response to Daily Post Challenge: Boundaries. Photos from dome car ride near Anchorage, Alaska.
lillian the home poet 
Maybe it is because of my view of eternal life that I find this poem so heartbreaking but hopeful at the same time. Beautiful.
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You understand it perfectly. So glad you like it!
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Beautiful words Lillian to go with your lovely photo 🙂
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Many thanks. Your kind words are truly appreciated. 😊
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beautiful lines
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Thank you so very much. It always creates a smile for me and a nice warm feeling when other appreciate my words put to paper — and then to blog.
Appreciate you kindness!
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Beautiful words
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Thank you kindly, Ms. Lesley!
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