til the self we find

for our home of smiles, seems contingent these stars and many many miles

running til the self we find , weaving and winding through the loving blind, hoping we make it back to our loving kind

as we watch us come and go , back to the energy flow, we and our mysteries in rhyme will forever glow .

for these things we dance till the day break, knowing the joy we have found will lead our way , and if it doesn’t then oh well anyway. it’s just our self , love in kind and may ripple you find

without shame and no one to blame walking through an eternal flame, gratefully felt without a name

the most grand knowledge is that we’re just learning each day. and that your presence in love will never decay, and forever young in our minds, will all ways to play.