The Fortune

I am not afraid!

I have lived with death so long that it’s a friend, a flower growing in a garden yet to be discovered– a song unwritten.

This was meant to be, you and I, this never meeting, this always being met.

I’ll stand beside you, I’ll walk the walk until the road grows steep and flowers bend their heads.

I’ll be the love that lets you go, the love that never leaves; I’ll live a thousand lifetimes and die a thousand deaths until I find you in the paper trees, the silver moon, the polished stone.

I’ll be all autumn and all spring, the seasons of my love will never cease, and I will bring you home again where home has never been.