Poem for Another Birthday
Tonight I hear the quiet years as they move past the clock. Friends, your lights linger here between melody and rhythm. Here hands have gathered like morning, tuning the passages of my life, a bow drawn like breathing over the strings of my soul. Our songs are entwined like swans, gathered to nest despite the weight of these days. A vast oneness croons below hearing. Sorrow has engraved its sharp percussion on our world, but still, I find your forgiving skies teeming in my mind. Here lives hope, playing like a sigh, cool waters fingering their ageless tunes from my harp.