I wrote this poem several years ago for my dear friend, Rachelle, when her daughter was lost to us on a cold November night.
Ashley, November, 2005
You had been perfected
Before you came to that midnight shore,
Dancing, shimmering like the ancient ivory moon
Casting incandescent ribbons on dark ripples.
You were gliding forth to gather them
When the black waters closed
Over your head and outstretched hand.
You had become so perfect
When you sanctified those waters
With your lost and frozen smile
And your laughter, gently ripplinng
From the place of your departure.