Beautiful poem describing your lucid dream, describing so well life, death, and reincarnation. This and your last two poems all are wonderful examples of a term I read recently in Hermann Hesse's novel, Peter Camenzind. The term is ars moriendi--the art of dying well, without fear, which many can do when they see it coming slowly and prepare. Due to the circumstances of her passing, even after death, letting go was traumatic. I thought of that upon reading the lines "morphing into a tangible figure that seized me."

You're one of the few, Claire, that have read these words from my 20-minute discombobulation, https://byrslf.co/awakening-to-integration-c4a6ed57bc32:

"I decided yesterday late afternoon [4 weeks after she died] shortly after I woke that it would be selfish and dangerous to delay telling Lindsey what had to be said. ...

Anne would not be available till much later. I decided to try and tell her alone. I tried to channel her. ...

When I did get on the phone with Anne and LC it was 6 or so hours later. Anne couldn’t find her in the realm, she said “I think she’s with you, did she leave last night? She had left I said; I then realized when I did my vortex move I had pulled her in. ...

I told her I love her so much and that I need her to trust me. I asked her if she was hearing many voices telling her different things [yes, she said]. I told her do not listen to the voice that tells her how to be with me. That the way eventually to be with me is only to listen to the voice that gives her the path to her highest ascension. … I repeated the ascension advice many times. Then Anne said another entity had come in [I do not know if that was God or if God sent someone to retrieve her now that she was on the cusp of letting go of me] — that the entity was telling Lins that I spoke truth. And then I felt a whoosh out of my body and she was gone.

I had wept many hours before at the thought of parting. When I was delivering the advice and after, I felt calm, peace, almost joy.

PS: It's now 11:40 am 2 days later) and I am sobbing and weeping.

LC had spent many nights curled up next to me or inside me since she passed. As before she passed, I was offering her love and comfort and advice and emotional support. Now that she was safely in Heaven, I felt alone and my mourning deepened. Somehow, I knew back then, before I realized that my journey required that I consult with my spirit guides, before I learned anything from them about Marcus, that Lindsey’s soul was strong and powerful and that soon it would be me being comforted by her."

I'm crying again now re-reading these passages.