As you passed,
I kept seeing what I want to see,
That you weren’t gone yet,
That you still breathed.
What my eyes caught
Must have been
The sight of your spirit dancing serenely
Around what you’ve left behind,
As extreme heat leaves the road in a haze,
The road towards the dimensions unseen,
Yet dreamed of,
Journey with no end
On which you fly leaving us walking
Yet in gratitude and reflections
Of your beautiful path.