The angels move the stars around.

Everything seems bland.
The grey day outside replaces the morning sunshine.
There is no wonder.
It was going to happen sometime.
Tears as the sporadic memories condense
into a strange and inexplicable oasis of spirit.
Signs or imaginings start to become clear
skepticism remains yet holds itself at bay
... for now.
The heart clears space for peace to enter.
Solace.

In memory of my cousin Melosina Lenox-Conyngham
(Feb 1941 - 1st Oct 2011)