When I return to my etheric form,
I will dance in the procession of colors.
Glowing ribbons reflected in oceans and rivers:
An expression of joy that follows the sun.
When our paints grow dim and our party lights fade,
Darling, please don’t think that I’m gone.
Just look for me in the moonlight
Or amongst leaves on the trees
And, of course, in your tender heartsong.
My heart, a seed within soil, calls the heavens to coax me out of dormancy.
My arms, oaks on drought-afflicted land, ache from the lost embrace.
My outstretched hands, messengers between earth and sky, cast pollinated prayers to the wind:
Beloved, do not allow your creations to wither. Without you, we are not whole.
Nourish our roots with your abundance; bring forth the flowers of our soul.
Deliver us to ourselves, and let our purpose grow.