Between Venetian Blinds

Tuscany beckons Wandering minds traveling On the sun's last rays The pale flesh glowing Mother stirs from her closed bed She slides to a stop Where is she going? When will the awaited day Arrive for our sakes? Letting go is real Cry, celebrate, or wishing Through it all we wait Touched by the angels Her heavy eyelids closing Old thoughts will return A warm offering Quiescent reality Numbing all to sleep Brother's soft hair Sobbing through the stagnant air Breathing in deeply Distant music plays Chords of joy and pain wander Forever reaching Sister's loss held in Bursting with the hope for death Squeezing in the love Past, present, future Father's sad joy leaking out Through Venetian blinds There are no angels Hovering where we can see Belief quivering God sends us no signs Mortality challenges At sunset right here