Lilting lullabies
coax me into sleep
I wither away to dreams
of waxing prophecy

“living is an act of prayer”

and we breathe in defiance
of the snarl of noxious, fuming,
haze gray death
which blurs the air,
and causes the mind to tremble

we freeze in sudden braking
turn to ash, and dissipate to breeze
a promise of goodbye remembers
having never left

and loving is an act of praise
every action, a step in the dance
every gasp between breaths
a beat in the song

the eternal,
patternized, shifting
universe in unison
ubiquitous in motion

gravity
ties us to everything
and loving is
a slipping body
loose in a current

energy
does not discriminate
and love doesn’t wait
for a reason