The Sieve of Her Fingers

Bless the kindness in your heart, Sister;
I never could love as vividly as you do.
You wore your smile on your sleeves
and carried the oceans of our world
through the interlocking sieve of your fingers,
seducing us with the serenity of new waves
beckoning us to a shore past the darkness within,
and promised us your own eternity.

And like a ship torn asunder,
I wore your smile on my crooked back,
hoping to excuse myself
from having to look forward
in perpetuity, when all I could think of
was the pain I felt when I left you behind.

Thus I carried your sunlight within my open palms;
I sharpened the pillars of the world and swung it like a sword,
towards Devils and Angels alike:

I sung praises for your love and I lamented my own,
as bitter resentment washed over me.
I could never feign righteousness again,
after we abandoned our shared memories.

All the Tyrants of a myriad worlds came together,
gathering like a murder of crows haunting the abyss in my chest,
seeking prey or justification within the crater
where my heart once drummed to your lovely voice
and my vitality was nourished by your touch.

Once all that resided within that prison of bone became a void
I could never again yearn for something meaningful, like living.
Instead, I learned to cherish the coldness left behind
in the absence of your gentle touch -
And I vowed upon my miserable soul,
to try and cherish myself as much as you did.
Not to mention loving all aspects of this world.

Because you never let yourself be tainted by hatred,
even when you grieved all the loss across aeons spent,
you still wore your smile on your sleeve,
and you spoke of Love.