Thank you for letting me
              Go
                   Grow
                            Glow

more to me than:
all the picassos at the Met
all the dictionaries in the library
all the concertos playing
all the ads posted
all the beauty the world offers.

For we,
               are beyond this life,
                                                     M my love.

high, low, lift, drag
the day has come
every moment a haze
high, low, lift, drag
my muscles tingle
all alone and single
high, low, lift, drag
the air whispers, "Move!"
crash screamed the wave
high, low, lift, drag
onward, forward and be brave
race you to the grave