laughter Just a poem from me to you... Bring us into the star with your bellowing and reverence. For it knows that you’d carry us. I am an explorer. I don’t want to forfeit this. Such a destiny I can see it It’s all I have In celerity A moon in a crescent phase ascends across the night and hesitates against the cool of winter on your face. This is all I can see and it’s all that I have to render. When winter makes cold leaves crunch the fog makes dissident the sounds……