Old Water

I will mind her spirit

and hug her sorrows

swim with her in joy

and offer the match that

sets fire to doubt.

♡

I will love

like there are four days left on this greenscape

unwavering

undeterred

with understanding of others

simply unnecessary.

♡

Because my own heart

demands it.

♡

Water is forever

it cannot die

it only changes its face

its curve

its shape

from time to time.

♡

And when I am gone

may those

whom I have known

one day pass a field of flowers,

not the manicured kind

all pure and perfect

but the wild random spray of blossom

blown together

by the wisdom of the wind

in a sky

of peach flat clouds

with deep blue in between.

♡

May they notice the beauty of variation

of perfection in contrast

the quiet strength in dis-order

of roles lacking expectation.

♡

May they notice all this

like the peace that comes

when looking upon the sparkle of morning dew

and think of me.

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Artwork: “ Women with Camera”

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