this is your life- for a friend

please leave the still still life
for picasso, and let your wings
ventilate while you sleep

on the balcony of your now fluid
ever changing vibrancy

sharp shards of solid blue sky
like deadly meteors, just miss your head
can not harm you--

on their way down
to meet and meld with stormy ocean

keeping your head level with the pine
you avoid fragmentation-your gate
remains open- restored in a dream-to-keep

where angels play harp- soothing eyes
in sleep, shining a gift of levity


~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16