Poem: Anastasia

Anastasia De Souza...
she of the Portuguese name...
vanishing suddenly...at eighteen...
in a hail of bullete...
a fado born on an early September afternoon...
Turning away from the insistent question...
How could anyone...so young...beautiful...promising...
be cut down so sharply...?
Letting that become one of the mysteries of life...
we vulnerable and limited Earth walkers...
have no way of solving...
Without warning...sent to the place of spirits...
her assassin following only a few minutes after...
having cashed in his membership in the human race
anyway...as he did the cruel deed...
No looking for ryhme or reason here...
knowing all we can do...is shed our tears...
hold the ones we love close...let go of our questions...
and leave our healing to the alchemist of time...
as it unfolds...tomorrow...and tomorrow...
and keep in a special place in our hearts...
the face of Anastasia...smiling...forever young.........
...............Quester.