My Dear Windsurfing Sis

You turn and beckon to me:

Come catch a ride on the winds of time.

Stand strong above those dark curling waves,

Cascading at your feet churning into magnificent solar clouds

Flash flooding the Universe.

Surround yourself with space,

Filled with ever shifting star shadows and moody silver moonbeams.

Hear the unquiet talk of stars, signaling each other of our luminous, electric, all encompassing ride.

And as we pass, our fingertips brush the stars,

Scattering a million, sparkling light motes scintillating across galaxies.

Heal with your heart, the aching longing of

Lost memories, lost loves, lost times, lost ways.

Feel with your soul,

The joyous music of planets being born, of comets winging riotously by,

Of careless sun spouts shooting into the sky.

Capture a wave of time and ride it to the farthest end.

And be the wonder of it all and be the mystery of it all.

I love life, Nana, follow me.

Copyright 1986 Ellen Wakamatsu Image Courtesy of Disney's "Treasure Planet" and Hubble Space Photo