Pray not for future knowledge now gracefully dark
Inhale instead a real and raucous draft so deep
Past lives dilute and slowly fade on a downward arc
Embrace that blessed wakening from its sleep
Should fate so sweetly unfurl its velvet ribbon
To give us a trembling glimpse of our forever
Best we float away from those temptations hidden
Landing softly then on the other side of never
M.P. Butterfield
Rockport




