Because we are strong
in silent ways.
Because life is about to burst forth
in the sweet bowing of the peonies.
Because he held me last night
over that wild ravine;
suspended amid the absolute stars,
with his quiet hands
which have carried the world.
Because in that moment,
the stars jumped into the sky
from my very own chest.
Because when life burns so brightly
we should give thanks
and burn with it.