Timeless

The silver that weaves through
your wavy black hair
brings to mind the image
of a galaxy being born.

One October night

you wore a long red dress

and revealed yourself

as the Queen of Cups.

We came together late in life

but your gerbera daisies

that September afternoon

were a sign that autumn

would be our springtime.

Like fossils forever

in the memory of stone,

when we are gone

we will echo

through endless rebirths

of the universe. - Jeff Barnes