A summer’s night
Solitude evaporated
After the call.
“Tell me what you see,”
Her scared daughter said
Before going to pray.

My body
Knew sensations:
My stomach went tight,
My throat went tight.
My mind started racing,
My heart started pounding,
My tears started flowing.

Breathing
Breathing
Breathing

Back to my here and now
Back to me.
Back to not me.

My head ached
My joints ached
My skin burned.

Breathing
Breathing
Breathing

Back to my here and now.
Back to not me.
But, to she
Whose
Name and pain
I now knew.

My body now running
Under the moon
Around the pear tree,
My mouth now chanting,
“I feel it is her time,
I know it is her time.
Sending in The Angels
Sending in The Light.”

‘Round
‘Round
‘Round
The pear tree, I ran
Beneath
Beneath
Beneath
The full moon
Chanting
Chanting,
Chanting
Until her sad daughter told me
She was now with The Angels.