Floating I suppose 
hovering maybe too
looking down upon 
and upwards also 
having been removed 
like a letter 
from its envelope 
once read remembered 
read again often 
this is what 
I would imagine 
life would be 
once love would 
be no longer 

I should 
probably do
more than 
this with
my life 
and yet 
maybe this 
is enough 
just doing 
this very 

There’s a ribbon 
hanging above mountains 
made of gold 
making me remember 
that one dance 
back in school 
at the lake 
afterwards and you 
wore that same 
in your hair 
like a halo
and I being 
unworthy knelt down 
in homage to 
my prom queen 

Peace and 
music are
those in
which I
swim and 
words the 
air which 
I breathe 
my soul 
heart and 
mind are
now harmony

If heart
or mind
not body
is what 
I touch 
then how 
to see
what’s within 
by looking 
without eyes 
for eyes 
find beauty 
not soul