Poem: The Dead Hears 2021

Photo Credit: Evie S.

Even when the physical is gone:

I am their song, shadow, moon, laughing,

Sharing, stories of hope to come, that seem,

Long, tedious—hard, like the burning sun:

Still, I believe today is your devotion,

Tomorrow will be my new love:

The dead hears, our disgruntle heart,

And laugh, out loud, hysterically:

So, dance, dance, dance, laugh, sing,

To the blessings of a new and gracious love,

Even if your true love never finds—your gentle,

And passionate heart, dance and be joyous,

To the blessings of a great and new romance.

Empress Journee