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Angel

@everlastinglight.bsky.social

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30-something Mexican-American writing for fun. Love my dog way too much. Life is hard enough, let’s try to have each other’s backs. And tell me what you think about my writing!

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Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 21/08/2026

A poem about bad news and tough times. A bit of an updated version of something I’d written before and my submission for #PoemsAbout #DeepCuts Thank you, @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @alanparry83.bsky.social #poetsofbluesky #poetry

Brave Face
I look past her smile.
Peer into my mom's sparkling amber eyes And see the cyclone of her thoughts
Whipping and lashing the inside of her mind.
She's scared.
I am too.
Can't have my own storm wound her further.
So I write it down, where the words can rage
All wrapped up in metaphor so none of the corners peak out, hidden between sheets of paper, way, way, waaaaay in the back of a bookshelf.
Let's sit in the garden.
The sunshine feels so nice today.
Tell me how your flowers grow.
How are the fruit trees?
We can hold these blue skies for a moment.
Yes, our forecast
Of angry thundering merciless terror raining down
May well take form above our heads one day.
But today is not the day.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 14/08/2026

In Spanish: Este lo dedico a los abuelitos que cantan canciones viejitas de mariachi en TikTok Live #poesia

El Músico

En un pueblo que yo nunca conocí
Toca una guitarra y
Canta, suavecito
Convirtiendo mi sangre en miel calientita.

Llena mi corazón
De una dulzura lenta y profunda.
Apuesto a que podría darle una mordida
Y sé que su sabor sería

Como un mango bien maduro
Después de haber estado bajo el sol.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 14/08/2026

I’ve been getting a lot of livestreams of abuelitos singing old mariachi songs on tiktok. This one’s for them. And my submission for #PoemsAbout #MainStage Thank you @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poetry #poetsofbluesky

El Músico

In a town I never knew
You play a guitar and sing
A quiet incantation
Turning my blood into warmed honey.

And my heart is filled
With a slow, profound sweetness.
I am sure I could take a bite of it.
I know it would taste

Just like a ripe peach
Blushing from the summer sun.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 31/07/2026

A poem about heatstrokes and sun allergies. Thanks for the prompt, @andyperrincycling.bsky.social #vss365 - #arrive @vss365hq.bsky.social #poetry #poetsofbluesky

Vitamin D Deficiency

I don’t know what I did to make you so angry.
Last time we met.

When your searing bites tore
Chunks of my flesh
And ripped every thought
Right out of my skull.

Arriving in a broken, bleeding haze
To my sick bed,
I PROMISED
You would never see me again.

But here I am.
And immediately your soft warm kisses
Land upon my shoulders.
They trace their way to my fingertips.

I missed you.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 16/07/2026

A poem about immigrant families watching the news. @thebrokenspine.co.uk #PoemsAbout #ExitWounds #poetry #poetsofbluesky

Mom calls me on the phone.
“They’re saying it might rain.”
Low chances it hits us.
We don rain coats all the same.

In case of clouds
Weeping thick red drops.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 09/01/2026

A poem by the late Renée Good. Titled “On Learning to Dissect Fetal Pigs” published by poets.org May she rest in peace. #poetry #blueskypoetry #reneegood

On Learning to Dissect Fetal Pigs
by Renée Nicole Macklin

i want back my rocking chairs,

solipsist sunsets,

& coastal jungle sounds that are tercets from cicadas and pentameter from the hairy legs of cockroaches.

i’ve donated bibles to thrift stores

(mashed them in plastic trash bags with an acidic himalayan salt lamp—

the post-baptism bibles, the ones plucked from street corners from the meaty hands of zealots, the dumbed-down, easy-to-read, parasitic kind):

remember more the slick rubber smell of high gloss biology textbook pictures; they burned the hairs inside my nostrils,

& salt & ink that rubbed off on my palms.

under clippings of the moon at two forty five AM I study&repeat

ribosome

endoplasmic—

lactic acid

stamen

at the IHOP on the corner of powers and stetson hills—

i repeated & scribbled until it picked its way & stagnated somewhere i can’t point to anymore, maybe my gut—

maybe there in-between my pancreas & large intestine is the piddly brook of my soul.

it’s the ruler by which i reduce all things now; hard-edged & splintering from knowledge that used to sit, a cloth against fevered forehead.

can i let them both be? this fickle faith and this college science that heckles from the back of the classroom

now i can’t believe—

that the bible and qur’an and bhagavad gita are sliding long hairs behind my ear like mom used to & exhaling from their mouths “make room for wonder”—

all my understanding dribbles down the chin onto the chest & is summarized as:

life is merely

to ovum and sperm

and where those two meet

and how often and how well

and what dies there.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 31/10/2025

A poem about family and the people who give me strength. And a second submission for #poemsabout #blood Thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poetry #poetsofbluesky #diadelosmuertos #mexican

The Old Guard

Ancient medicine says disease
Comes from ghosts in your blood.
Well I don’t feel sick…
But I can feel them in there.

I’ve no need of ofrendas
Or flores de cempasúchil.

They are right here.
The floor is cold, put on socks mija.
She looks hungry. Offer her food.
This needs more salt…

And when life aims to cast a fatal blow,
They race through my veins,
Turn tender flesh to bronze,
Turn tattered fists to gauntlets.

They whisper.
We’ve survived worse.
They scream.
¡Partele su pinche madre!

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 30/10/2025

A poem about power. And a submission for #poemsabout #blood Thanks @alanparry83.bsky.social and @brokenspinearts.bsky.social #poetsofbluesky #poetry #tyranny

Consolation

I look up to you in your golden tower
Bought in blood and bones
Feeling no comfort nor faith
That one day you will atone.

But I have one single thought,
Always warms my broken heart.
Time is just.
And one day we’ll both be dust.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 29/10/2025

With SNAP benefits expiring, help keep families fed this holiday season by calling and emailing your governor. Ask them to feed folks by: - declaring a state of emergency - using the national guard - calling a special session Let’s do a good deed today ❤️ #snapbenefits #governmentshutdown #snap

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 29/10/2025

I’ll be back writing more poems as soon as I come up with another good one. In the meantime I’ve been making TikToks and playing #pokemongo , feel free to look me up over there @brutally.kind

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 05/08/2025

A poem about over-reliance on anger. #poetsofbluesky #poetry #vss365 - #charm #vssdaily - #cymbal

The Leech

A loser offering me a ride home
On his motorcycle
After a long shitty day.
“I’ll just take you where you’re headed.”

Honestly? It felt cool and it was fun,
My heart bouncing like a cymbal.

Til I realized I’d held on too long.
And gave up too much.
And I had other things
I was supposed to be doing.

What can I say?
Rage has a certain charm.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 28/07/2025

For my birthday, a poem about success and parents who do the impossible. #poetsofbluesky #poetry #vss365 - #sparrow Thanks @jamilynewriter.bsky.social ❤️

Gift Giver

You surprise me,
Below the curious sparrows
That soar to meet my ankles,
Your eyes so wide with tears.

With your bellows that ring
In the ears of every person in town,
“LOOK! Look at her!”
You? So proud of me?

“My kid can fly!”

As if you don’t remember.
It was you.
You that ripped the clouds from the sky
To make wings.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 27/07/2025

A poem about glamour. My submission for #poemsabout #glamour thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poetry #poetsofbluesky #mom

Heirlooms

Amber jewels adorn me.
I always admired how they shone
On your dresser
Back when I sat on the floor

And you looked in the mirror
To brush mascara on your thick lashes.

“You have beautiful eyes.”
People now tell me.
“Thanks.”
“I got them from my mom.”

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 28/02/2025

A poem about adversity and living in unprecedented times. My submission for #poemsabout #roots thanks @alanparry83.bsky.social and @brokenspinearts.bsky.social #poetry #poetsofbluesky #vss365 - outlier

El Roble

The outlier, thought unworthy of even digesting.
Some thoughtless ambling beast
Chews me up and spits me out
Where dirt begins to cover my mangled figure.

Buried alive.
But alive.
And ultimately in my rightful place,
For my roots take hold and I reach for the sky.

Sat high upon a seat I did not conquer alone.
For the fates saw fit to grant me tempered storms,
Perhaps pitying my fragile state.
I grew mighty.

Today the tempests swell with wrath,
Hurling detritus that scars my calloused skin
And lunging to rip my hair out.
Yet my fingertips outreach the tallest clouds…

To feel the kisses of soft winds and sunlight.
And my rhizomes spread through earth for miles,
Resting in quiet lands
Where this rage does not exist.

This is not the first torrent of abuse I have survived.
Memory begins to whisper.

The sun once cast its tranquil gaze upon your face
And one day it will again.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 25/02/2025

A poem about crushing perfectionism and overcoming poverty. #poetsofbluesky #poetry #vss365 - fringe Thanks @jamescutley.bsky.social

Beacon

Friends have asked me how I shine so bright.
My impulse is to smile and take the compliment.
Well, frankly it’s a lot of work maintaining a torch,
One that at times may sting or consume.

And truth be told, it’s a defense mechanism
For myself, those I love, and even those I see myself in.
See the sun doesn’t always shine in the fringes of society
And I found myself having to make my own light.

For I heard word that the kingdom of heaven is within me.
So I tore myself open to reveal its golden rays
That I and those near to me
Wouldn’t have to stumble around in the dark no more.

Til civilization turned to see how I shone
And pulled me closer, to a land bathed in sunshine.
Somehow even here where everything gleams,
Folks still remark on how I radiate. A habit I suppose.

Like I can’t trust this sun that once forgot about me and mine.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

A grey pitbull dog with white paws and gold eyes laying on a bed with blue sheets. A red hoodie lays over the dog, covering one of her ears, the top of her head, and the back of her body.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

A poem about my dog. #poetry #dogsofbluesky #pittsky #vss365 - fart

Little Friend

Folks see us walk past, dazzled
By your hematite gleam. Or they stop me
To remark on the two golden rings
Adorning your face, as if gifted off Odin’s fingers.

Others stand clear to scan
Your steel rope figure
Or cross the the street, afraid
Your rows of teeth may find their flesh.

But they don’t see how they peek out
In a silly grin when you lay belly up
Or how cold gilt turns saccharine
When those eyes beg for a bite of my apple.

I bet even the most fearful would chuckle
To hear you toot when you sit too fast
Mornings after breakfast. Still,
A monster to some, a work of art to others.

Nonetheless, just a baby.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 19/02/2025

Melissa Schemmenti from the tv show Abbott Elementary.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 19/02/2025

A poem about having nothing to write about. #poetsofbluesky #poetry #vss365 - reservoir

Empty Head

Some days it occurs to me
That I have time to write
And I find my reservoir for words
Run dry.

As if monotony drank them all.
As if the sun no longer shined and rain ceased to fall.
As if I did not love or anger.
As if there was no war.

Until I scratch the surface,
Past the mask our spirits bear
That our minds and bodies may endure
Eternal internal maelstroms resulting from… life.

Deep down there, I find it.
That is to say, I gaze upon myself.

So deeply in love that I live in an oil painting,
So enraged my cells could burn down a forest,
My heart so broken my tears could fill oceans.
And so grateful for all of it.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 13/02/2025

I’m stressing out over work and look to my left 😂 #dogsofbluesky #pittsky

A grey dog sleeping on a light grey couch belly up with her head covered in a big blanket

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 13/02/2025

A poem about life after hardship. #poetsofbluesky #poetry #vss365 - mercury Thanks @paulphillips44.bsky.social

Stairway

My mom said the song was beautiful. No doubt
It was her they’d written it about,
Though she wasn’t someone they’d met,
So we bought us a stairway to heaven off the internet.

And we bounced on the moon.
It felt like those fancy beds inside the rooms
In homes we used to clean, just her and me.
These days we go for strolls on Mercury.

And maybe I’d be slightly less elated
If this place got overpopulated.
But save me from the sin, Jesus,
Of pulling the ladder up behind us.

Let’s build the stairs real big henceforth
And make neighbors out of the folks on earth.
So I could love them like you and momma told.
Make sure that everyone can behold

Just how pretty the stars look from up here.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 11/02/2025

A poem about civic responsibility. #poetsofbluesky #poetry #vss365 - liberation #vssdaily - empire

Underdog Anthem

I look up to the sky and I pick fights with giants.
Get smacked, face in the dirt, earth science,
And I wonder why I am so goddamn tired.
Muscles stiff, bones are cracked. I should retire.

I tell me “drop the sword, drop the shield, drop the defiance”.
But my spirit is ignited, allergic to compliance.
Family and future on the line, I’ll do anything required.
That’s my culture, family values. That’s just how I’m wired.

Let’s walk lockstep with the vulnerable, a defensive alliance.
Mother Mary give me guidance.
A serpent says we can’t win, bow to the empire.
Trace the arc of history. The devil is a liar.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 10/02/2025

A poem about civic responsibility. #poetsofbluesky #poetry #vss365 - liberation #vssdaily - empire

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 07/02/2025

A poem about bad news and tough times. And my submission for #poemsabout #betweenthesheets @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @alanparry83.bsky.social #poetsofbluesky #poetry #vss365 - cyclone #vssdaily - weather

Brave Face

I look past her smile.

Peer into my mom’s sparkling amber eyes
And see the cyclone of her thoughts
Whipping and lashing the inside of her mind.
She’s scared.

I am too.
Can’t have my own storm wound her further.
So I write it down, where the words can rage
Between sheets of paper somewhere way, way, waaaaay in the back of a bookshelf.

Let’s sit in the garden.
The sunshine feels so nice today.
Tell me how your flowers grow.
How are the fruit trees?

We can hold these blue skies for a moment.
Yes, our forecast
Of angry thundering merciless terror raining down
May well take form above our heads one day.

But today is not the day.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 05/02/2025

A poem about 2025. #poetsofbluesky #poetry #politics #vss365 - nexus

Animal Control

Billionaires lined up in neat rows
Salivating behind their leader
Like hungry trained dogs waiting
For their master to throw them their treat.

While crowds rally at every capital
Shouting, marching, crying together
For vulnerable populations once forgotten.
It is nice to feel supported for once.

But seems a small consolation standing here
In the mesh between freedom and subjugation,
Perhaps cast to pull us out from drowning,
But this nexus weighs heavy and I feel myself sink.

Til I look around.
I’m not the only one fighting to breathe.
There are just so many of us
And this net may yet be useful against hounds.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 05/02/2025

Love this card 🥰

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 05/02/2025

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 05/02/2025

These are so fun I had to do it. #bingo #promosky

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 05/02/2025

Mimgo!

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 05/02/2025

post a selfie from your gallery in b&w 🖤🤍

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 05/02/2025

Lol same height

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Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 04/02/2025

Damn, no bingo.

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Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 04/02/2025

A poem about a spider. #poetsofbluesky #poetry #vss365 - bathtub 🛁

The Foreigner

Leaned back into a quiet bath,
I open my eyes to a spider
Stepping so carefully across my ceiling.
Hello. You’re not supposed to be here.

It seems to freeze, confronted by authority.
Not to worry tiny unapproved visitor,
You’ve seen my scars,
I know what it’s like to be crushed.

Enrobed, I take a glass and paper
When a foreigner resides among you in your land,
And cradle my weary guest on the journey.
Do not mistreat them.

Gently placed to rest in the shade of hydrangeas.
You’ll be safer here, little neighbor.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 03/02/2025

Rainbow Princess 🌈💖 #dogsofbluesky #pittsky

A grey pitbull dog laying on a light grey rug next to a light grey couch over dark hardwood floors. Rainbow streaks shine over the dog and the floor. In the background there is a dog bed, dog toys, and bones.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 31/01/2025

A poem about traveling alone as a young lady. And a second submission for #poemsabout #oldskin Thanks @alanparry83.bsky.social and @brokenspinearts.bsky.social #poetsofbluesky #poetry #feminism

Fresh Meat

Endless trek from work to class to work to class,
They see a fawn for their feast.
I thump my chest and bare my teeth.
They scatter, only to return again.

Working and brushing aside nights of sleep,
I don’t always have the energy
And start to think Haghighi had it right,
Just Take Them and Leave Me Alone.

But why should they? Do I not belong to me?
Time, cast your cloak oer me,
That I may hide where they dare not look.
Ravage me for I am weary.

I pray the years rush to caress
Their withering hands over my flesh

Before the jackals can.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 31/01/2025

A poem about getting older. And my submission for #poemsabout #oldskin @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @alanparry83.bsky.social

Maybe I should’ve seen a doctor when I fell down the stairs..

My day interrupted by a realization
Of another pain that does not heal,
The sort of injury that comes with age.
A sorta gift, to mark decades of survival.

Gifts piled up. They always unsettle me,
Not from the physical hurt,
Or some fear of deterioration,
But because the vertigo strikes like lighting.

I’m standing on a massive ledge.
Spent a lifetime stacking the years
Beneath me to reach incredible dreams,
But haphazard. When did I have time to plan?

Balancing here precariously,
Can’t tell if my construction is swaying
Or does fear trick my senses?
I yearn to lay the perfect steady foundation.

Alas, gone too far to start fresh.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 31/01/2025

A poem about service and love for others. #poetsofbluesky #poetry #vss365 - sonder Thanks @vignettes.bsky.social

Paladin

Endeavoring to treat others so gently,
Some take it I would bow to them.
But I am simply kneeling in worship
At the altar of Kindness.

Its embers do tend to catch,
As if we were trees in a parched forest.
Yet, a divine force that may not move everyone.
No matter.

For this Spirit forges me into the indomitable
Neath the load of the burdens of others
And casts a gorgeous sight of sonder upon my eyes.
I fear little, and all is beautiful.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 30/01/2025

A poem about those who laugh at atrocities. #poetsofbluesky #poetry #civilrights #vss365 - collar

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 25/01/2025

A photo of a grey pitbull dog with gold eyes and white paws sitting on a concrete sidewalk wearing a green harness and a red leash.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 24/01/2025

After being sick for ages, I finally took her for a walk. So she parks her butt and doesn’t wanna go back inside 😂 #dogsofbluesky #pittsky

A grey pitbull dog with gold eyes and white paws sitting on a concrete sidewalk, wearing a green harness and a red leash.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 24/01/2025

I visited Brazil last year, and one of the prettiest things was the windmills

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 24/01/2025

A poem about resistance. My submission for #poemsabout #blankpages Thanks @brokenspinearts.bsky.social and @alanparry83.bsky.social #poetsofbluesky #poetry #vss365 - galumph

A Child in the Study

Perhaps I started this by not paying attention.

Quill ripped from its place in my hand,
Galumphing hands spatter a heavy ink
All over, lacerating the pages of my life
And soaking them in vantablack.

I look at the ruin, and for a moment consider
Dumping the entire thing in the garbage.
There’s no wiping the pages, now fused
Into basalte brick.

But nothing is fixed in surrender.
And time may yet have a way
Of tearing out wasted paper,
And adding blank pages in the back.

So annoyed and exhausted, I pick up a rag.
And I gotta to admit,
My hands sure look pretty
When stained by the pigment.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 21/01/2025

Psyched to hear BlueSky added a vertical video feed. Here’s a little something to smile about! #dogsofbluesky #pittsky #videosky #tiktoksky

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 21/01/2025

Napping

A dog sleeping on a couch in a blue blanket

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 21/01/2025

A short poem about history and justice, in light of how my mother used to sew my clothes. #poetsofbluesky #poetry #sewing #vss365 - pucker

The Garment

We may cut history perfectly with hindsight
And see how all the pieces should fit.
It would seem simple then to sew them
Into a flawless design to be worn by progeny.

But the fabric of justice
Proves a difficult one to work with.
The thread catches and material puckers
In all the wrong places.

So workers stop, tear the seam,
Iron the fabric smooth, and try again.
A piece that appears to be
Less complete today than yesterday.

Revisions are progress.
We keep working.

After all, it’s meant to keep our children warm.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 19/01/2025

A poem about adhd. #poetsofbluesky #poetry #adhd #vss365 - slithy Thanks @vignettes.bsky.social

Muddy Paws

My brain zooms around inside my skull
Like a wet dog running in a muddy rain
While I stand defeated, bellowing,
“YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!”

That’s just its natural state.
Only looking to have a bit of fun,
But I’m tired, wet. We’re gonna be late.
And I’m gonna have to wash the mud off.

I could reach out to snatch it, or chase.
Its slithy body slips clear through my hands.
So I must be much more clever.
“First one home gets to eat all the treats!”

Now I have its attention.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 18/01/2025

In light of the TikTok ban, here’s my favorite TikTok from when I started my account singing about living with adhd. #tiktok #adhd

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 17/01/2025

A poem about immigration. My submission for #poemsabout #fromtheashes @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @alanparry83.bsky.social #poetsofbluesky #poetry #vss365 - cloak

Wednesday Morning
A poem about immigration.

Tired eyes brace at morning light
Then at screen light.
First sight tense pupils absorb is
A man who deems my family “vermin”

Won.

I could have basked in honeyed ignorance
Just a moment longer.
Before rooting around for news
That makes me forget how to breathe.

Anyway, I have to go to work.
At times I can almost steady myself.
A shield of gold is all I have for my family.
Yet my bones shake, they will for a long time.

Mom calls.
Cheer almost cloaks her terror. I do the same.
Til her voice cracks.
She shoves it down again, way down, with chatter.

“Weather’s getting cold!”
“How’s work?”
“How’s your dog?”
And at the end,

“You should call a lawyer”
“Yeah.”
Likely in vain against what’s coming.
Better than nothing.

Petitions lay unseen. For decades.

So that. Years from now. A stranger

Can at last stamp my family.

“Not Vermin”.

Come January I always check the news
To know how laws are changing, how to brace for it.
And every morning,
Is a Wednesday morning.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 15/01/2025

Here’s another user “macabreleeyah” trying to #scam folks on BlueSky.

Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · 10/01/2025

A short poem about food and family. #poetsofbluesky #poetry #food #mom

I sit at an empty table.

On a heavy frozen evening
Sick. Threadbare. Alone.
Eating hot, tender bits of beef
Over steaming grains of rice.

Soaked in depths of sapor,
Produce and spices reverently chosen.
This fare, in truth, made by your hands,
Two loving spectres guiding mine,

That I could be nourished
By a monument of your love for me.
Though we’re apart,
Here you are.