Underneath the braided sky

You were there to hold me

When I cried.

These sketches of heaven

Light our eyes with grace.

That night, where water carried reflections

Of October skies.

Although my words failed,

You knew what I was trying to say.

And though my hands weak by sorrow,

Still would never let go of this memory.

Where the trees bowed from the wind,

You whispered "I promise, I promise you".

You held my hands tight.

Comfort remains.