A passion which refused to ache, br I found her shadow, br with all of its colors, br beneath my pillow. br br A kiss made of memory, br a breath five decades long, br a distant stain upon the stars. br br She is slowly becoming translucent. br Soon, she will be transparent. br This is no accident. br Eventually, we all disappear. br br Please see her as br she truly is: br full of light br and illusion, like br an uncut diamond. br br Her magical self br carries the knowledge br that death is not an injury. br br She is the pause, the gasp, br the moment of wonder br between one incarnation br and the next.