“Poetry is not reflection, It is Refraction”
I once read those words from a star poet.
And I thought about your words that poured
Through the clear sky of water

Bent photons of light
Untraceable
Back to the star that burned.
That spoke your truth
Even as your blaze died.

Soul shaped
Jagged edged
Stories that were yours.
But who would even recognize
The memories of your words
Reborn anew
With a new past.