Walk with me
through the sweet night breeze,
to a river of spinning gargoyles,
into one body,
a harmony of whispered secrets, boisterous laughing,
and singing hearts.
we’ll stroll the gentle, shadowy banks,
patrolled by batons of flame
and gliding black boats.
Tenders of the embers.
Hidden within a dance of sparks
we’ll heal ourselves
in pools of memories just created.
Here, our spirit is washed clean,
- Paul Allen Good