cast your stones into the river
chant your stories into the fire
many faced lady of light
looking through eyes all around
eyes form in waterfalls
falling mist- olaphim
blue eyed mystery of night
gravity flow of chance
borders and transfer of water
invisible lines in time and space
cycle of life within water
time grows life to perpetuate and regenerate
life kills parts of itself to grow
the pace of the flow- tunnel of hollow mystery
reflections of infinity upon the water
i am dancing with the sweeping current
i am one with the flow of the river
i am the strong arms that carry the goddess through the current
and her face emerges from the surface of the river
eyes closed and smiling

October 7th was the night you left
October 8th was the day we found out you weren't there
And we didn't watch the blood moon like you promised me
October 31st was when our Halloween plans fell through because you still weren't here to fill them
November 7th was when you had been gone for a month
November 9th will be your 17th birthday
November 27th will be the day you miss Thanksgiving,
And i'll be too bitter to be thankful
December 9th,
You'll miss dad's birthday
December 24th you won't be here to open presents a day early
December 25th you'll miss our brother complaining about mayonnaise and our uncle forgetting our presents
March 16th you'll miss my birthday
I don't know how long it'll be until we find you
But there will never be a date listed
Where I give up on you.
I'm not going to forget.

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That after Horror—that ’twas us—
That passed the mouldering Pier—
Just as the Granite Crumb let go—
Our Savior, by a Hair—

A second more, had dropped too deep
For Fisherman to plumb—
The very profile of the Thought
Puts Recollection numb—

The possibility—to pass
Without a Moment’s Bell—
Into Conjecture’s presence—
Is like a Face of Steel—
That suddenly looks into ours
With a metallic grin—
The Cordiality of Death—
Who drills his Welcome in—

The leaves are golden

     And I am silver

The wind is a howl

     And I am a whisper

The river is frozen

     And I am a blister

The sun is rising

     And I am setting

The people are leaving

     And I am staying

The stars are twinkling

     And I am thinking

The night is alive

     *And I am ready to live again

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