Sometimes you realize that there are things in this world so beautiful that you don't know what to do with yourself, so you jump and scream and laugh and cry and spin in circles until you hit the ground and lie there, content to gaze at the stars, tears streaming down your cheeks in a happy, perfect way.

***

Beautiful dreams
wishing her well
whispering, "dear,
soon you will smell
the dew on a wildflower,
hear the whisper of walls."
Soon, she'll be there
smiling for it all.

***

Right now, if I could have one thing in my hand, I would want a beautiful photograph of a beautiful friend. I could look at her and say, "You are so loved. You are so wonderful. I want to strive to be in this photo with you."

***

He saw that look on her face. It was beautiful. She was always beautiful, in her sorrow, in her laughter, in her anger. But never more beautiful was she than when she had -that- look, the one that said, "I am here. I am here. I love. I love. I am here."




Love to you, my beautiful friends.

--Keely