How are you?
Sweet being of sky and sound,
how do you fare in your time of loss?
I know this will not be the end for you,
because it simply is not written that way.
I cannot proclaim to know much beyond that, but
I can tell you of the winds you will feel,
how they will reteach you the ways of sunlit exhalations,
the path of self, following it to the horizon, bending
You knew harsh change would come and yet
we fail to accept it will ever truly come.
Your heart was not ready
and yet it has to be.
As an entire half of you falls away
burning the edges of you with its
careless and careful claws
it will pave the way for new soil
triumphs and higher branches still.
Even the most lifeless of stones
can be seen and felt
far beneath the rivers of time.
You too will sink,
and flow out into the lake
you’ve always wanted to visit
though you never knew it there.
Fear is allowed.
You will drown and burn and drown again,
who ever said the sun
has never known night?