In darkness, we surrender as if by choice
To muted slumbers, in safe delight.
But it’s the tiny blackbird that finds his voice
There in the daunting dead of night.
His song cuts the silence, filling the sky
And from it, a spreading symphony is born.
Indeed, it’s the fire in your spirit which must never die,
Let it sing, like the blackbird, at each new dawn.
Qualms rise like the tide,
Disrupting peaceful waters.
Sleepless ebb and flow.
Two people talking.
A universe opening.
Time disappearing.
May that iris dance
In an endless, playful breeze
To find you, at peace.
(To fond memories of a dear friend, gone from this world but never forgotten)
Her unconquerable spirit burns,
A blinding phoenix within her skin.
From the embers of dreams left broken,
Undaunted it rises, and rises again.
(To my friend, a raging flame who is as wild as she is strong)
