Michael Louis R.I.P

This morning when I woke, before I opened my eyes,
I felt the sun, warm on my back, gold
through my closed lids.

Birdsong and leaf rustle lulled me into daydream,
a raft of thought and feeling
to float the day upon.

Then I remembered -
you will never see the sparkling day awaken again.

I hope that somehow, beneath your coverlet of earth,
you will still feel the seasons turn, feel
the glow of love against your back.