Prick your finger to the bone.
See blood flow; it is your own.
Say the words you know so well.
In time you’ll feel the hatter’s spell.
If you see my words in stone,
you will know this man is gone
to walk across the fields of day
and sing the song of Buddha’s way.
Take this word and take it well;
For love is not a mummer’s spell.
Death is but a brand new start
To all that lives inside a heart.
Feel my love and feel it true
And feel the life that lives in you.
© 2014 Stephen Boothe