From the Unjaded Bridge

A view from the unjaded bridge

not too sane to walk on
the insane edge...
I open my heart to whatever love I get
I give whatever love can be taken
unchoking
unbinding
unstilled by realities.

So that, when I go, so gentle
into that good night -
I don't go
unfettered
unshackled
untouched
unchallenged... by love.

And you --
weep not at my funeral because I am gone;

weep only for what you left unsaid
regret only what you left undone;
weep, yes weep, only
for stories unwritten
for dreams undreamt
for moments unlived
for what could have/should have been.