Blue eyes, wonder. open for the first time A place, serene, cold water, stars above Forgiveness, no need to even speak of a truth, I have found, wrapped up in a rhyme
A stranger, Kindness, an act without fear The giving done without thought of payment To walk alone, no thought of containment A morning, deep fog and a white-tail deer
The chance taken, Lots thrown in league with Fate Still Lovely as I watch time sculpt your face A quiet hour, you, in my embrace The moments pause outside a well-known gate
Cast off, set sail, nothing ahead but sea The touch, that to this very day, heals me
Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes. Walt Whitman