The stars

She was a storm at sea

Oil on board

Her eyes were wind 

Energy power

The stars are memories

Just like her

She has a beautiful family now

Matriarch 

The storm abated

We know exactly 

Yet no words are needed

Just pictures

Digital 

Real

Beauty

Beautiful storm

Little details could be missed

They sometimes are

Adult children I wonder

Has the storm passed?

There will be others

Only God knows

Digital gods

Real storms

Simulated storms

The energy streams 

Out of eyes

Gods eye

So many eyes

I can only conclude

The storm is over for now

There have been many

They never stop

Rolling the waves

Extending into relationships

Our hearts in excitement

Our tears rolled laughter

The wind has no direction

Just around and around