One more poem

Indigo Night

So cold is the night air,

the snow crunches loudly under my boots;

the sidewalk ice moans

in proxy for the protests in my mind,

and the growing dread in my bones.

It’s rarely a good sign

when the phone rings at 2:00.

Four blocks seems so far,

yet, not far enough

to avoid your last ambulance ride.

The silence throbs with shock waves,

the world moves in slow motion,

when you are gone.

Under a velvet blanket

of indigo sky, I pray

fervent foxhole prayers,

interceding to the whitened light

of a million crystallite stars -

it appears heaven’s nightlight

was left on for you,

that already, celebrating

angels are welcoming you.

From love you came,

to pure Love you must return;

but, for me, I’ve never seen

an indigo night so blue.

~TAMI VRBAS~2006

In memory of my beloved granddaughter,

Maya Michele, who continued her journey

Home on December 14, 2005, at the age of 2 months.