We Have Our Being In The Air Poem by Patti Masterman

We have our being in the air;
When someone leaves
They're still there-
Though cells may vanish,
Voices quiet,
You still hear them late at night.

We still see them in our dreams,
Eyes are twinkling-
What it means?
Awakening, it seems they're gone
Into shadows-
Just at dawn.

To be eternal must be fine;
I won't ponder
What's divine;
If I loved while they were here,
That's what matters:
I won't fear.