FAMILY

In the outer spaces it's dark and it's cold.

Comets live there, silver dragons of dirt and ice.

There's nothing in between, just an absence of

everything, a merciless force pushing everything

         apart.

I wonder where you are

I close my eyes

I hear singing

I feel warm.

In the dark, in the cold there's a circle

There you are far off, all of you.

We're holding hands and singing

We're like a campfire in space.

The comet dragons grumble away from it

And no matter how hard they try, the forces of

darkness cannot break the warm circle of our fellowship.

A CIRCLE OF SOULS IN THE LONG DARKNESS, HOLDING EACH OTHER IN OUR HEARTS.

A CIRCLE OF SOULS IN THE LONG DARKNESS, HOLDING EACH OTHER IN OUR HEARTS.

Karen P. 1/2000