happy life, every day

departing this world
may transform us into lofty
clouds puffing across
some planetary sky

or we may become
harmonious echoes
resonating between meditating

or perhaps we will
rebound again into a fleshy earthy

we live, for now, in a reality
which is not real––
when all we know
we do not know …
but soon …

if we have a choice
in our next destination––
if it is not all fate and forgetfulness,

then I would be blessed
to kiss, to hug, to warm you
in this or any possible universe

far beyond
all twilight imaginings
& dreams