There are some spaces that hold the most magic
That adorn the least judgement
That flourish nothing but purpose.
There are some beings that attain true grace
That concede to no other form
That constantly start anew.
We will always cherish those
Who leave us, seemingly, behind
to achieve greater reason.
This poem was written for my beloved cousin, Liz, who left us much too soon. I know now she feels complete, although I wish we down here, selfishly, could have kept her for longer. Love you always.