Once again, be brave my heart by LAURA MUNTEANU

My hand is heavy

But my heart holds it

Afloat.

And so I draw

Wavy letters

That roll

Into

Curled up words,

Like popcorn

In an open fire.

May the days

Have slender lengths,

Between this and that,

That and the other.

May we invite

Presence

In our lives,

In celebration

And in loss.

May we live fully,

May we live fearlessly.

And when these words

Grow week

And when the shadows

Come out to feed,

May it be just that.

May we feast

Together,

May we drink

The drinks

Of the unlovables,

Those who know you better

Than any friend

Will ever do,

Then

Walk

Our

Separate

Ways.

And again,

Until all dances

Have been danced

All songs

Have been

Sung,

Beyond

Familiar

And

Unimaginable,

And

Beyond

Fiery hearts,

Until

The end of time,

As we know

It.

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