I see you everywhere
The cloud is sketched on sky-blue cloth
dappled like newly dead flesh,
darker violets and purples fill dimming gaps
as sun-rays pool in fading light.
I remember your face swollen against stone,
black with blood which stained the rock,
how does this vision of beauty now,
pull such bitter memory from me?
that here in England,
I see your face, projected upon our globe, my mind.
I close my eyes and listen to the earth turn
as your image spins from view.
And though you are gone
I see you everywhere.