You, dear

You, dear. permanently was in my way, every word, every poem
placed on the brow of Heaven . The fullness mirrored your wonderful choices,
all culminating on God's face colored in golden bells, frames eternity.
Paraded in books, pictures, aesthetic heart written in angelic smiles,
permanently lit my life and what I wrote, made me take a step forward,
and want to fly, about art, as you did, parading on the lights of the world. Héber Bensi