No Tomorrow I have no tomorrow but I rejoice I know that life is but a candle flame that can be snuffed by but a wisp I live life as "last times" the last time I'll see a friend the last time I'll kiss my children the last time my love and I entwine each last time is a gift one more gleaming chance to hear the quiet groan of a lumbering sunrise to sip the last drop of a melting sunset to pocket a falling star somewhere in the coat of your soul I've seen fate and it is but a rice paper partition between boisterous life and voiceless death every conversation final make sure all is said every question concluding ask what you really want to know every moment dying cup it tight and peek in to see the flicker of a firefly called life J. Kevin Wolfe |