My mind is an estuary where the twirling waters meet a bountiful stream. Here the illusion of solidity meets the eternal sea and all sorrows fall like silt into the deep. I am light, water’s laughter, sparkling fires across the surface of a summer’s lake, thousands of golden fragments, the good days. I am thought until I let go of love to become the arms of sunlight reaching out to you. We, my darling, have always been the stuff of stardust, dreams and poetry. Do not cry now. I know who you will be. I am just beyond becoming, being to be.