“When he shall die,

Take him and cut him out in little stars,

And he will make the face of heaven so fine

That all the world will be in love with night

And pay no worship to the garish sun.” 

― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

With one final breath
A precious life is gone
Scattered with billowing winds
A dandelion’s fate
Left to chance
Where it will fall and land
A spirit seed planted
Into a bright new soul
To grow, to thrive, made whole again
As a new world opens up, begins.

©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: For The Sunday Muse and for Beverly. Soar among the stars sweet soul.