Secret portal on sacred grounds

 warm air of an afternoon
heavy on the day
pale sunlight on green grass
redolent of centuries past
repeated afternoons so sleepy still

bees buzzed in boredom
too much flower petals
to meet and kiss
the honey within
to sample in ecstatic bliss

leaning sideways, her names
engraved, on stones made years
before, now almost forgotten
overgrown with wild flowers
bells silent, once tolled her name
In memory of Beloved

in sacred ground
at the secret portal
she stood shimmering
in the dusty afternoon sun
leaving displaced air
as she faded away.