Vespers is gone now
From her bed, not from my heart
Scores of Angels blest

Long on love and years
Proud in every movement, She
Awaits my entrance

On the next stage, phase
Of our ascent together,
Our storied mountain

Catch a glance, see her
Preening, purring, self assured
Shakespeare’s feline queen

Jeweled from paw to pate
Whiskers sleek, shiny threads pure
Delights life in death, still

Eyes bright, knowingly
Tuned to vast universes
Taking me along

Vespers is gone now
From her bed, not from my heart
Scores of Angels blest