“When At Last Our Exile Here Is Ended”

I will see Your Face iridescent and splendid
And joy before now unfelt unheard
Stirs the ashes and dust of souls long interred

When at last the spell of time is broken
And seamless we are and never were nor will be
Rejoice – the perpetual Jubilee

When at last the voice of Cassandra is heeded
And Hera laughs last who cried most
“And the greatest of these is Love,” She wrote

“When at last our exile here is ended”
And the river flows to the ends of the earth
We will travel across – on wings transplendent

Remember Me

I have seen angels hover around the dying
Bestowing graces galore
As the river passes the Elm of False Dreams
Hold fast your coin and your oar
Spit the entrance fee
Into the faces of Grief and Old Age
Float free from the binds of Agony
Before the concrete and the familiar fade –
Remember me, remember me
Stand on the shoreline
With your back against the deep
The lovely, dark, and deep
And remember me, remember me
Let go all promises, true loves and deeds
And when I follow
Remember me