sparkle still deepening
gather for future banquets
store up for adventures
change is the only constant
fly above the flames of panic
over the fraying unraveled cord
out of reach
sorrows stream out
annointing the emptiness
between new veins and capillaries
strength in hope
only a pre~taste
people will always disappoint
do not try to make sense of foolishness
actions speak volumes
an asysmmetrical glory
gift your love with the gentleness of a fanning wing stroke
that soothes and kisses the furrows of their brow
kiss a blessing of release
and say farewell . . . .
let the beloved slip into a silent forgiven death
carry the markings over your heart
never lose hope’s lifting
pull softly close the garden gates
slip deeply into the echo of your enmanations
why, it has barely flipping begun!
tis yet an unsung song
you were/are NEVER forsaken
feed the honest hungers
of those dear bright minds set upon your path
trusting one day
the finish of healing love
will joyously joyously find thee.
for love is never really in short supply.
. . . . .
enjoy your passionate creative labors
in this passing of the heartsong of your youth.