almost home

and now we sing of whitney. nothing can
contain her she takes the shape she
fills the space she moves through
ether nothing can stop her
beading like quicksilver
in constant motion
she flickers
and a million candles
glow at her loveliness
nothing can blur her face
so perfect that angels hush to
behold her and when she sings "i
will always love you" only the moon
can hold that magnificent voice soaring
beyond the crest of everest

a ceiling of stars can only welcome
this sparkling laughing luminous
slip of a girl as she ascends
far from earthly cares
up up up she glitters
in a swirl of

she is almost home

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