February 2006

Pass It On

And do you believe

   there is a universal heartbeat,

    that even these dreams of you

    are more than mere dreams,

    are messages not meant to keep

    but to bottle in the whisper,

    to send in slivers, in stars

    to those who ever dared to hope,

    ever looked up in the night sky,

    said, "Here I am with my wanting"

    and do I



    have a right then,

    to hold this utter in, to curl

    around its warmth

    for my own little instant,

    to want only you

    and for you to know

    that even the whisper floors me,

    how it could go

    and never come back

    but that I will rise

    with tears undried, will code

    this secret to a thousand lives,

    hope to find you again in the echo.

   And do you believe,



    and do you believe,

    and do you believe...

copyright 2006 Susan Culver