Write without reason.
Go too far. Fall in, fall in.
Say I am here, my palms are open
even though you are lost and don't know
who you are.

My hands are empty. I have forgotten my name
and the sound of it on his tongue. All I have left
is the scent of something I once touched. Memory
of the sound of color streaming from the stars
singing.

So now I am praying and writing to remember back
my name. Praying that this gloom laden night becomes
music to the stars and your great remembering
happens to me.

************************************************** Wishing you a surprising, renewing and joyful New Year.

Warm regards,

Laurie