A Poem: By Her Grave

I stayed by her grave for a long time,
I visited it for weeks on end.
I couldn’t believe she was gone
I didn’t believe in heaven.
It was over.
Until one cold day I felt a breeze,
Warm on my cheek,
And I smelled her scent

Still, I couldn’t believe in
an unseen apparition; unacceptable
after a lifetime of touch and feel.
No, take it away;
But wait, she spoke,
And in my head, I heard life;
No ghost, but only truth confirmed.
Flesh is temporary and insubstantial.

I waited for more,
But it didn’t come,
And for once I did not beg.
I had been sent what I wanted:
A sign, a voice, a smell;
Enough revealed; this life a beginning.
The one to come
sensual beyond our dreams.