for jj & mark
forever
how empty we feel
in the face of death––
when the cold penetrates
the chest
& surrounds the heart
love will not surrender
we feel the irreconcilable loss
of our loved-one,
or our enemy
or our best friend
sick with grief,
love will not surrender
eyes stare outward
& see nothing––
we are shocked motion-less
with fear––
wise love will not surrender
our lives are searching energies––
we are incarnated stories––
& poets
of ourselves
we propagate,
we variegate,
we grow
we are mystical,
mythological,
undeniable
death cannot bring us
to an end
we leave tracks that weren’t
before we were
if there were nothing
to believe in
we would still
believe
because imagination
is as infinite as the heart
there is hope
for us
the pages turn––
each chapter is
a beginning––
each book is
a new start––
every word reaches out
to the next
to complete
itself
do not be afraid
my child,
my love,
my lover,
my friend
my hated foe
we carry on
holding hands
into the next narrative
in the next
dimension
we climb the stairway
of redemption
creating and re-creating
our selves
we are as beginningless
as we are endless–
our love is timeless
fearless
boundless
for we are made
of love
our stories weave together
into breathing horizons
beyond our earth’s span
when you close your eyes
you wake up
in your husband’s arms
together you run
across a flowering meadow
to an eternal shore
climbing to the top
of the tallest palm tree––
you touch the moon