Into Crystal Goblets Flow

In an unexpected downpour unleash my heart; let words like wine spills into crystal goblets flow let songs ripen and burst like fruit in hedgerows let the serpents sliver beneath my heel and toe while I sidestep in an Irish jig and jerk like lightning in its throws because life is full of wonderment and when I go, I shall be glad to go having lived a life like a mountain river to meet the salmon before its dinner, before its evening - we'll dance mid-air and neither one of us will care if tomorrow we climb another stair or catch a mayfly or write another single word together. For in spirit, we are both players in a game of solitaire.