Less light 
said the 
candle so
that I
might show 
the dark 
to my
friend room 
and we
can dance 
until day
when we 
both disappear 

I am nothing 
if not that
but that you 
say I am 
belongs to you 
for you found 
that little box
and others well
they found theirs
and I just 
a decorated bush
standing in someone’s 
home in December 
soon after to
be pitched aside 
but gifts remain 

I no longer 
defend or convince 
but rather let
for everything will
as everything must 
and I’ll sit
quietly and watch 
I am there
and little else 
and the rest 
like I to
them don’t matter 

Peace is pervasive 
this peace anyway 
most like water 
odorless colorless malleable 
but never malevolent 
it can quench 
but also boil 
often it quells 
sometimes it questions 
but like water 
it always changes 
and it cleanses 
it can freeze
but always thaws
giving way to 
lakes and streams 
and rivers and 
rains of happiness 

It just is
and what was
well isn’t anymore 
and so goes 
this gay march 
one thing being 
then it’s not 
stars in the 
heavens have more 
permanence than I
being just dust