They still breathe
in the lingering
fragrance
windblown from their
favorite flower.
They still smile
in the moonlight's
silver.
And they laugh.
They still speak
in the echoes
of the words we've heard
them say
again and again.
They still move
in the rhythm
of waving grasses
and the dance
of billowing branches.
They are not
apart from us.
They are a part
of us,
for love is eternal.
Summoned