You Have Become

The following poem came to me today with Handsome's ashes. I thought it was beautiful and so appropriate for both Handsome and Troy.

You have become the wind that plays in my hair.

You have become the water that washes away my pain.

You have become the sun that takes away my tears.

You have become the shadow who gives me the power to fight with all my fears.

Now you are in heaven, sleeping your endless sleep,

Living your prettiest dreams on a cloud, so soft and so deep...

By Sanja Temnik