In memory of my pets: A poem 

Do I feel an uncalm in the surrounding turbulence. 

Yet, I reckon I have a bridge across the water moats 

to meadows that are bright and luscious memories 

as if even the littlest creatures make them sublimely 

magnified. How I can imagine that grief follows love, 

and love follows grief. Because that love is regained  

after the loss in invisible amulets that are only witnessed 

by the heart and cherished eternally by the soul. 

We can’t be parted even if departed. You can see  

that the bushes of that reality, have flowers of time 

beyond their time. What colour are the leaves of moments 

that belong? I see them as so versicoloured, that they  

outnumber prisms and kaleidoscopes. And I feel  

so much conviction that these apparent illusions 

are more tangible than the present reflection we live in!