I have come
\nto the eighth age of my life.
\nIt is wonder
\ncoming from a chrysalis.
\nI am ending
\nonly to begin.
\nI am new
\nand know how the sun
\nfalls off the earth.<\/p>\n
Why a woman\u2019s love
\nis the wing of my heart.
\nWhy poems
\nare all I have
\nof sunrise and sunset.
\nHow to undo locks,
\nand release
\neverything around me
\nto its own music.<\/p>\n
And I run everywhere,
\nup paths,
\nthrough rooms,
\ndown to the shore,
\nand call out the names
\nI am in love with.
\nAnd write letters in the sand
\ntelling them who I am,
\nwhere I am,
\nwhen I will come back,
\nand kiss them
\nagain and again,
\nto the end of love\u2019s eternity.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I have come to the eighth age of my life. It is wonder coming from a chrysalis. I am ending only to begin. I am…<\/p>\n