I’ve seen nothing
that compares with
the beauty of your death
for it paints nothing but life

It is the star
that gives life
to a soul delicately
woven of strands

Strands of white
where you fill in with words
stretches on to shades
of gray, and to no end of black

Strands of blue
where I bathe my dreams
and selfish seeds
deeper as the abundant skies

Strands of green
where I breathe in
your lies and truths
irrevocably intoxicating

Strands of red
flames of love, bursts of yellow
blinds the darkness like a shot
swiftly leaving a void behind

Strands of gold
of silver
like drops of rain and tears
intertwining, relentlessly

Strands, strands as delicate as a whisper
how easily pruned
torn by rips of cutting black
until shreds of glitter remain

I’ve seen nothing
that compares with
the beauty of your death
for it paints nothing but life

It is the star
that gives life
to a new soul
woven of your loving diamonds