You soared like a white dove into the sun
Were struck like a flower through a shining shield
Fell from the mirror of the moon & sealed
Into the roots of a long-stemmed rose.
Your ashes, slivers of brittle glass dispersed
Into the mire of fiery tide blown
Spilled through the fingers of a silver foam
Buried in the sand by a soundless wave.
A palace of volcanic coral bares your epitaph
An ancient pyramid of bloodied stone:
“I rode white horses when alive,
And now their wings cement my home”.