Heavenly Bodies, Swirling Nostalgia

Heavenly body, swirling nostalgia...  a bittersweet testimonial in the clouds.  Loved ones passed return from the skies as snowflakes.  Making apologies with their breath hushed on the breeze...  in graceful, dancing descent...  regretful for their too long absence.

​And so, their kisses melt on our skin.  We count ourselves fortunate for their return, they with their reposeful touch.  In the midst of our despair, that drifting reunion will stay.

And so, you and I console each other, with the solemn reassurance that "pain builds character".  And we cling to that insistence:  that we emerge from our life's heartache wiser...  by far.  And, on occasion... comforted, by the blessing of the solace loved ones reawaken within.  Never doubt that.