exhale

a poem. by me.

accompanied by a picture. by me aswell.

i watched a star die tonight

as it breathed it’s fiery last

with gaseous inhale grown so bright

exhale, condense, pass

a hole in the shade of night

with a stitch mended too soon

diamond soul that payed so bright

a tribute to her moon

who in blindness could ever fathom

how vast and heavy mortality lies

but true beauty is more beautiful than beauty imagined

though we witness its death with open eyes

This tree was drawn for this dear friend for the wonderful website she is creating in preparation for a wonderful journey.

I guess I'm not much of a blogger. Although life is moving full speed ahead and many changes are in the making, I just haven't felt the push to sit down and tell about them. But last weekend my dear friend Bree celebrated her 19th. It was a mad dance party to say the least. 

We the mad tea party (alice, march hare, mad hatter)

And thanksgiving was lovely. Spent with friends and food and talking about this place for hours. More confirmation that that is where God has me to be next march through the next march after that. I am blessed because God is so good.