This is the event when we lay down our souls to be washed by the river. to be kept is not to be kept well, hidden in glass boxes where the emptiness is clear. there is no advantage .this is the event, loves. tomorrow speaks of sudden distances rising above the shoreline where my sand-washed eyes rest. pull the waves up to my chin and dive in. pull together the words i've learned to describe my heart. deep down inside there, i have found a couple promises. i couldn't keep. i couldn't keep up with real love and it drove me to the end and dropped me off. kiss goodbye the shadows. i forgive you. how could i not? one so silently waiting. what do we do with passion once we find it? cast the net and gather all the beautiful things that are lost and put them in a song.  I will forgive you always. we never ask for these pleasant flames.  But they light our way ... when we settle .down.  Beneath the aching, there is a smile.  You'll find in everything. scattered amongst poems and winged beauties. don't forget the answer when the question appears. don't forget why you fought.  We dreamers begin dreaming because we know the absence won't matter when it all comes together.