Cadences fade fitfully,
Seemingly before their time.
But there are echoes still,
Shapes we inherit, we inhabit, we bequeath.
A life, however bravely spent,
Will always be jagged, incomplete,
Never far away from being enveloped in darkness.
Some may say,
Especially those who’ve known joy in life,
That this is not right.
I tell you clearly they are wrong.
So, just as a dancer
Might spin for you an exact pirouette,
And release themselves in the perfect burst,
A lingering silhouette of energy.
Be content to love, to dazzle in the light,
If only for moments.
And then be gone, with gladness in your heart,
Before the creeping shadows
Claim too much your sadness at leaving.
From Meditations – NYP (2013)