Slip Silently Through
Gliding forward,
Invitation in hand.
Dancing they are,
Waiting for you.
Love guides you here.
You hear your name.
Turning, you catch an apple.
Cut to the star.
Bright, glittering masks.
Loud laughter and song.
They are here.
Those you have loved.
Some you have forgotten.
Others longed for.
Holding the star
In your palm.
Letting it go.
Slip silently thru the gate,
Down quiet streets.
To another home, for now.
--CM Wolfe