Specs and sparks

Would you believe, my lovable, lovely wife—
should I leave first, this grace filled sphere of life—
that all the words of love
I’ve ever written/said can never/ever
become dead?

For even beyond whatever life they’ll have
within your soul,
they’ll also always live within
whatever cosmic speck or spark
becomes my role.

Yes, I do believe we both know
the truth of this,
and deep within our knowing
rests one infinite,
eternal, sweetheart kiss.

Written by Bill in the 1980s or 1990s