If love can be made here

Eternity is heaven’s dialect

We do not cross that line

the sound of feathers stands behind

bars of the gate at heart

And I hear that voice whispered

and diminished, diminished

and whispered.

All the important questions

are not to be asked hither

You formulated a new equation

of one unprecedented

Ripples of me

is yet an echo chamber

We entangle in loops of

circles, circles of hoops,

pulling      out a resurrection

                                                   Out of ourselves, 

                                                                     from a churchyard into

                                                                                              A next hereafter

                                                         beam of dawn

                                                                     turns a bedtime story

Little by little

sea cries in a shell

Original artwork by artist and author, Jamie-May Minjie:

Title of Work: Deeply Asleep

Medium: Watercolor on Arches cold press paper

Size: 18.8'x18.8'

Date: December 2024