My mind wanders back to a time unbridled and young, memories stained by what might have been. So many lives I have touched and in turn have touched me. Like footprints on the ground the fine Details sadly washed away. Forever haunted by fleeting expectations of possibility. We were more beautiful than we will ever be, more graceful than the dance of the gentle rain falling in a morning pool, captured like snapshots in our minds. I will freely give myself to become a part of all things living and dead, like a star exploding in the heavens to become one with the cosmos, I become all I have loved and have been loved by, the taste so sweet like sugar melting on my tongue I will embrace that flavor.
H.R. Davis