I know so clearly my sense of loss at this moment
Like drifting sand scattering through my fingertips
Yet I also know so clearly that this is but a minor twist in life
Because of it, my life is blessed
Because of it, my life is different
So deeply do I yearn for risk
And so, just as gently, I accept the verdict of fate
The clouds drifting within my heart
Though worn down because of it
Are also made more radiant because of it
The distilled verses gush forth
Line by line imprinting the handwriting of God
Drifting sand enters my heart
Polished into pearls, one by one
The agony between roughness and luster, unlubricated by tears
Coming together and drifting apart are life's true reality
I wave, and wave once more
Letting flames envelop a heart turned to ash
When the dead ashes rekindle
That is a brand new chapter of poetry