I only learned last night~

In memory, and loving dedication to Kathleen West, and her family and friends..

i only learned last night of
a facebook friend who took her own life
so sad that i did not get to know her better
a poet's world is so tightly wound

with truth and love and mourning dove
with hurt and deception's pain 
no wonder when it all gets
to be too too much

we go running for shelter: the barn is locked, all friends are leaving...
the garbage can, knocked over by evening wolves in passing..
cunning fox is on the hill we used to have, for ceremony--
where are all the sacred places we can go, and do our work?

the angels soothe, but the hungers persist---
forming longing lavender letters to be held up
on large parchment paper 
for any soul to see---it's plainly evident..

written in the song of songs-- dearest solomon, 
can you teach us how to trust ourselves,
who have not failed, but wish to erase
all the powdery chalk of illusion's garden.. 

can you hold us , in the light of downward spirals...
we know the source from which you yearned ..
similarly gazing at water's edge...with urn of water and herbs,
comes sauntering, my love for the first mourning dove 

katya (copyright) '13