It's a long life, and short and full of pain and as beautiful as anything we know of.
  And I miss every one of you I have held, and will miss you everlong as life is. And maybe longer.
Maybe I will dream of you in 6 lives. I will wake and wonder at women around a fire, about scuba diving in Sydney, about a language of poetry and dance and idiom of liver and lion.
  I will wonder maybe as I lie next to you and fall back asleep, known to me again as lover or mother or child.
  And maybe we can never know and perhaps that is the greatest gift of the gods we could imagine receiving...the not knowing, the wonder.  The Wonder.
   The Wonder.
The
Wonder
 I wonder of you. I wonder about you. And for as long as this life is, whether it stops at my last breath or continues to infinity, I love you, my love is shifty and imperfect and ungraceful and wild and full and haunts my every breath, my every move. And I love you with the love the gods gave me, filtered through a thousand layers of soil and light and sin.