by Lia Mack
Can you love yourself, despite yourself
and echo in the night?
Can you take a trip and capture it
and keep it 'till first light?
Will you know no fear and sing it clear,
a rumination to last?
Or wither still, coward filled
and sink away, pass?
Can you love, love, love - sweet love - knowing
there's permanence in the past?
And hallowed be - the future's might,
and walk on toward star last?