Honor

In Honor 
****

Of footsteps landing 

perfecting the Art of the Walk.

 When gait and heart no longer 

strive for stride.

Only ride...open wide,

on the tails of ancestral trails.

Wind within..deep breath in.

Memories unbound, rewound.

Exhaled in vibrant light

In being.

In meaning.

A light-being.

We cycle in spirals 
expanding.

Circle and step, 
Unfolding bits of moments

with  glowing eyes. 
The questions fade.

 Peaceful pieces of times connected. 

A  map of treasures . 

Drawn by lines of smiles.

Impressive is her lesson. 

Quiet expression. 

 Streams of silent tears
fall here and there 
and where we splash them up toward the

sky 
we dance .

May our expiration make sense.

That the end of the line still births smiles.

That our trail of moments is summoned

elsewhere. 

Re-hired by the Higher.

 Our days are done

And the sun,
She stays.

For now, you are the Sun. 

You are it. 

All of It.