may your woman tingle under the moon
your man wear the sun on his head
your blood reach the ocean
your garden catch
the passing season’s bounty
your loneliness find a mountain
your heart be married
your desires find safe passage
your lust be kind
your feet fit the shoes
that fit the path you’re on
may your autumns be golden
as the spring is fresh
may your winters clean you to the bone
may your bruises bloom
may work well anchor your ship
may some faith in a master plan
come not too late and
may happiness be your longest day
for having crossed your path
may others continue lighter on their way
when ladened with sadness
may your soiled soul stand
under a shower of stars
and hang white
in the fierce flap and clap
of a western wind
may you be taken by surprise
by a horde of children
dragged up the hill
to see the dawn
of eastern risings
may the boulder of your troubles
be dragged in the attentive
serious mouth of an ant
way, way down
into the earth
when ennui and fatigue
have sucked the red out of your veins
in a smooth triumphant stride
may the swan glide over
the facts of your life
and establish a new reign
may you enter death
to the tentative chorus
of birds at dawn
Denise
Verville
