“For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.”
― Kahlil Gibran
Fading with the sunset
into the skies,
not even a murmur
her breath rhapsodized…
and she left a sparkle
a trace here on earth,
a graceful recollection,
an elixir of mirth…
she rose again at dawn
in the most elegant of light
beckoned by the angles
her spirit took flight…
As she danced in the radiance of emerging tones,
the delight of many
from restless tides of suffering,
she was gently released,
as she supped at the table of a resplendent feast…