Yet even the

Dead have voices

Listen to what

The leaves of

Fall say to

You and tell

Me that the

End is silent

I think of

A cliff upon

Which I walk

On both sides

Are drops yet

The path in

Front of me

Is clear except

For some boulders

So is love

So is life

Stay your path

But don’t be

Afraid of falling

For if you

Do there will

Be another path

You shall climb

I spy my

Sandals shoes that

Have taken me

To places unimaginable

They keep my

Secrets like a

Priest yet are

Always there they’re

Worn as me

But without laughter

They hold my

Foot but not

My mouth they

They support me

As I wander

The beautiful universe

And then quietly

As though you’re

Tip-toeing across the

Floor you entered

My life no

Parade or marching

Bands just you

Lowering yourself on

The bed next

To me and

Me

Feeling your warmth

This is how

You came to

Me this morning