when time flows
and the valley goes
from dark to bright iridescent night
sing to the soul who was fallen
and lift her back up.

when the child asks
can i be
in the winter a huntress of wolves
say love you can be
who you are till fenrir
chokes the sun from the icy sky
and even then -- to arms!
  for the world was meant to live and not die.

be a lune
be a lifelike painting
in the sun
don't be too soon
to the ratways of humankind
don't shut you out of you
live who you have to live.
winter's children, to the frozen
  north! to unrequited daydreams!
to the inner home
  ever unmoved and free. to life
    everlasting, to be!

- connelly barnes, "to be", 2012-03-04