A song forJoyce

Gay hearted Joyce

with her fabulous voice.

Who could avoid being touched,

deeply,

not me.

 

My memories are of a beautiful woman,

wide eyed,

open hearted,

laughter laden,

transforming her pain to love,

her hawk to dove.

 

Blossoming beauty,

celebrating,

exuberating her inner strife

into a radiance of life.

 

Our moments together were short

but always precious.

time in Sedona,

the Grand Canyon,

Glastonbury

and China

Incredible places

lit by her presence

her prescience and her love

 

Often

Joyce slipped into my dreams

my thoughts,

my process.

 

Thank you Joyce