In joy,
be abundant,
as open as the sky.
There will always be
another sacrifice.
Let your heart run wild,
while the day allows.
You were taught young
and given instruments.
Talented in your ways
to reach up
into the splendid cosmos
and pull down
whole symphonies
of sounds and images.
I know that the world
will test you,
but your tests for yourself
should be harder.
Singing to welcome
the change,
the turning of the page.
Serenade the coming night.
There are no dilemmas,
only choices.
Pragmatic,
as the stars allow.
Everything in conscious
assertion and waiting;
be as patient as you can
as the song is playing.
I know you see form
in the shapeless,
home in the undiscovered.
Everything in your gaze
is yours
to be manipulated,
to be treasured;
abundantly,
as the time allows.
HG – 2019
