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.