DIMENSIONS of 2-29
if I punch my hand through, could I reach you?
the sky feels like a shell now
my foundation has shifted and perception and existence are changed
foggy, rainy lost night
and the howling strong, windy, days that followed
like a special shroud for our family to mourn under
Until-
Sun shining so pure, piercing and sparkling like diamonds on falling flakes
Your gift.
Where are you now?
What are your thoughts?
Do you see me?
Hear me?
Feel me?
I feel you. All the time.
I need you.
Even if from the other side.
I love you Bill.
kdrutchas
23rd April 2012