in the strange river light
casted by my teenage years,
our bridge has weakened-
though never will our bridges
crumble
my soliliquey to you;
my love like lights
reflected in water
or the way oil turns to rainbows
at the picnic of backward glances
it is you who has acted
as a landing from my heights
and its not the height that frighten me-
its the darkness
that some heights hang at
the edge of
That makes me cry! If that is to me, I thank you. Also, I say that each generation is a spring base to the next. Each generation goes through their own darkness. But darkness always turns to light. That we know is a constant. My only darkness is the fear that my child will not be protected when I am not there. So my prayer is that you take courage in the kindness of Mother Earth, G-d, the angels and the friendships and loves you touch on your journey through this world.
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