no closer could she be to the godly
than breathing the last of what’s left of her
at the brink of sweet release
as the lotuses gather as an astounded audience
watching a shipwreck from shore
the cold water that had clutched onto her sinking body like an envious lover
frees her from its harsh grip
as she surrenders to the icy lake
at last, the sun grazes her skin
her eyelids, fingers and neck
painting her in glittery gold jewels like
bringing flowers to a stranger’s funeral
her breath becomes the air, as tears become the lake
her soul is finally soothed by the sun
as she and nature become one
Wow beautiful words. Super Anjali. Utrolig fin art work Solveig Hestholm. Hats off for borth.