For Becki
Life: ephemeral gauze woven by light
from dust and ashes known as Death
cannot be named or numbered but only
recanted in vision bound by silence.
So, feel back through time to that tenuous vine
that continues to climb towards the shine;
that twines up the tree, feeding on light;
budding with blossoms fragrant at night.
This delicate vine spans all the ages
connecting lovers, poets, sages
when a breeze breathes through its leaves
whispering secrets no mind conceives.