A Party Of The People I Love

Written at a bittersweet time

I want to sit back 

At a party with the people I love,

And watch them swim

Over Heartbreak and 

Serious Conversation.

Maybe there will be wine, 

Maybe that and the scene with-

"Whose children are these?"

Eases me to recline. 

Its the most beautiful film.

They don't wonder where their audience lay,

They simply wash water along

This summer day

That could be 

A thousand other things

But is this

Light Sunday in May. 

Dogs drink from the sprinkler,

The teenagers are out for a walk,

The radio plays our favorite song. 

Someone comes up:

"Are you drunk?"
But I shake my head,

Smiling into the eyes of a new friend

Wondering intently of an old one. 

Somewhere down the line, this script is written.

I read it and said yes,

God-directed, co-written,

We insert:

She sits back 

Watching 

A party of the people she loves.

Cut to black.