Sep 15, 2008 15:05
I’ll turn two mirrors to face each other, seek space and a recipe for more time,
cling to this silence like breath, we live here now, know that it was always with us,
the space between your words.
Listen, the wind is a long low tone singing
1. Live fiercely.
2. Take nothing for granted.
3. Love each other,
Shannon, you gave us flight,
and I will walk this world like you showed me with your life and your rhymes,
now poets, if you feel me let me hear you one time …
My drifting ship,
I still believe in anchors.
My heart,
I still believe in God.