The stars beckon.
Someday we will loose the shoes we use
To walk upon this warm soil.
But while we wait
You must choose not to bruise or abuse
This tender Earth of Life.
In those moments
In which we strive to dare to share and care
We are illuminated hearts.
On sunlit waves
The Bright Ring of Water washes out and about
To spread our newfound seeds.
Some shall sink
Lost in the haze and craze of this maze
That we never made.
Some shall float
Content to lift and drift in time and tide.
Some shall return
With furled sail and tale to regale
Of the Bright Ring of Water
Not the seeds or deeds or fame achieved
We loved you all.
All are remembered.
~ Otterkins 07 MR 02 ~