Blue vessels, loving lights.
They all drifted away by the current that led them.
I watched them blink out off into the distance.
Hearts like a thousand spheres of color shining into a blackened night,
Piercing into it the dreams they carried.
Trailing behind them their intrepid wake.
The beautiful mystery of reckless dancing and ridiculous laughter.
Such is life, and such is my hope to see them again.
These are the delighted memories
that play games with each other
in my head and in my heart
bubbling with connection
these are the gifts
that keep me.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
Blue vessels, loving lights.
They all drifted away by the current that led them.
I watched them blink out off into the distance.
Hearts like a thousand spheres of color shining into a blackened night,
Piercing into it the dreams they carried.
Trailing behind them their intrepid wake.
The beautiful mystery of reckless dancing and ridiculous laughter.
Such is life, and such is my hope to see them again.
These are the delighted memories
that play games with each other
in my head and in my heart
bubbling with connection
these are the gifts
that keep me.
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