Sugarsnow (2/16/06)

I sat down with a blank piece of paper
In a blank book
And began to write.

And somewhere, amongst the
Thoughts and images,
I began to float away.
Amid the hopeful notes of the piano
And the current of the violins,
I flew.

Swept away by newness,
Pulling hope from hope,
Pouring wine from water
And drinking deep until
I couldn’t hold any more happiness.

And when the time was over,
When I had drifted down
And finished the last sentence,
I didn’t weep for flight long-past.
I laughed with a smile, because
The piano and violins
Continued to play on
In my heart.