Sweet Emily
You cracked grail of wonder:
How glad I am that you found pen and page often.
I see your thoughts speak between familiar letters
And know myself for it.
Life bodes less chaos, for you paint tail and head of strange visions that form flesh and freedom
Great muse and doctor!
Sewing oddities and perfections with nib and ink
I wish to know how you would have laughed with morning robins at the sun’s glare on shallow pools!
Or how you might have prepared your tea with chilled hands!
Or how your monstrous ideas unraveled between your eyes as you looked upon ordinary stones!
My worth overthrown by each one of your hundreds,
I’ll never dream in your quality,
But languish in your shadow like dog without leash, lovingly lingering without command.
Forever I will be your student, simple as I am!
Forever, mother metaphor, I will hunt for your truth with heart and finger.
Made mostly of magic,
more mysterious than most,
my glass is yours
in an immortal toast.
Written by: Sarah C Louise