There will be a tomorrow
Until our consciousness
Melts into flowers, and mud
Cascading down a river with
Red-brown canyon walls and birds circling to land
Before night scares them from the sky.
Did he want a watery grave
When twisting currents took his final breath, or
Was it his reward for so many efforts,
Valiant and otherwise?
Tonight we danced to the music and silence
Me, and all my other selves
Laughing, at the wonder of it all,
My soul glowing
Brighter than distant stars in the dark.