(Dedicated to the late Diana Jergensen) You were the truest of angel friends bringing me to Christ again. Mistook you for a goddess in our small Muses Forum. Miss you. -Heidi 6/4/1999
You chase the day
Abscond the night
Til every unseen dream takes flight
Amid the verse of Dorthy Parker
I muse to find a fitting marker
Prayer circling Algonquin rounds
Where remedies could not be found,
But you weren’t much a drinker, more the thinker.
For one so brave and valiant
I fear we will not find an answer here
So worthy of your genial view
Abide with me a little space
That I might see your angel face
I fear I can not take another rerun
I want the real you
Undo this nightmare
Release me from this weak, less godly race.
Oh Princess Warrior, where go you now?
Beyond the grave?
What do you know that we can’t see or hear?
I feel you near and resonating mystically
Beyond the pain
Across the veil