May

[Bison]

May your heart be heavy as a feather
With the sharp part poking me uncomfortably in the eye
As I try to nap in the early afternoon
Of this the last good day before the beginning

May your heart be light as an anvil
Used to forge the bonds of love
That bind my heart to you
As I live this the last terrible day before the end

May your heart be your heart
With all the chambers thunderously alive like Monteverdi
Revolutionary and romantic as the dawn
As you glory in this the only life you've got