Presence

 

I lost you to the mist of a thundercloud
When I thought it was over
the nightmare really had begun
They said you returned to the gods
that you became one of the branches
in the wisdom tree where the ancestors meet
that you are now what runs in the holy river
Is it true that grief turns absence into presence?
You did come back to me
disguised as the gentle morning light
as the night wearing a cloak of stars
I thought I lost you to the mist of a thundercloud
And they still say you returned to the gods

© Priyesha K. Nair

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