RC (10/20/1988 / Beaverton, OR)

Wolves' Prayer

Follow me into the dewy spring morning
Along the soft spellbound path of sunrise
Up onto the magical rose-colored clouds
To behold the birth of our new day.
As we leap off the edge of the world
Ecstasy surrounds us and invades our minds
Filling our mouths with the reddened flavors
Of the earth, stained at night.
Our eyes will look upon the stars
As notes in the ever-musical masterpiece
Of our vast universe
We will sing with the arctic wolves in the moon
Until our throats are one with the black hold in space
That is destined to carry our souls through time
Back to the unimaginable brilliance of the world's beginning
And the miracle of our union with the light.


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Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

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This is gorgeous, I love it!