~for Peter & Mickey
Gulls drop down from a darkening sky —
knowing the land is temporary — sky
their true home. As they fly away again
I walk the sands of shells and time changing
from day into dark into day again- changing
is the flux of dying and living and dying
in this one lifetime — A heart-child cries
in the dark hours of storm and shadow
reaches — toward the shimmering-sparkling
lights shinning on a new horizon – those
bright-built heart diamonds of love light
answer the cry with a gentle-soft whisper —
Come, baby girl, they say, take my hand.
You don’t have to be afraid, storms passing
and a blazing new sunrise is coming soon.