Wheresoever you go, my love will linger near you.
Of this be sure, I overflow and burst like tears do.
We cut private paths through the forest—
paths just big enough for we two.
We were always private, you and I.
The labor over our friendship was arduous
and was paid back to us
in sapphires and emeralds.
Wheresoever you go, my number is in your pocket.
I'm never too far—too involved—too hurried to live— to just listen.
But if you call weeping for what was,
I'm never too lovesick to turn you away.
The ocean lies on the horizon not in hindsight,
And you can't fit the seas into a faucet
to turn off and on at will.
All is forgiven if not in Heaven, then in my heart.
Your blood is thick with the tears of your family;
it is viscous with the sweat by which you were fed.
Every atom of you is imbued with love,
so give atoms of love freely.
They can never be destroyed.
If someone takes refuge with you,
keep a candle in your window,
so they can find their way back to you
and out of the cold night.
Then, wheresoever you go, windows will be lit for you,
and the world will burn with your name.
