May you fly with God’s speed, and at your journey’s end, be rested with the sleep of a thousand nights, to rise again, refreshed, with the morning dew.
May you dance the dance of a thousand steps, leading your spirit into a frenzied dawn. Scream your hearts anger to the winds, leaving your rage on a distant shore.
May you kiss and be kissed a thousand-fold, each one a star in the galaxy sky. Moonlit nights of wine, and fingers that touch, your heart no longer fearful of its own refrain.
When I’m not a poet or novelist, I'm exploring Self, Food, Society and History. And when I'm not doing that, I'm a technical writer. www.mosheforman.com
