Word Thingys: Salome Strangelove

Grief, like love, is a spectrum
Upon which colors luminesce and fade
First bright and sharp in thundered drum
Then all fog and haze
So we celebrate, we mark, we ache
Share and sing in reminiscing
Life, it gives, and life, it takes
One among us now is missing
But we do not let her disappear
Beholding spirit, if not sight
Not too far and not quite near
She dances here by firelight