From the green belt balcony, the wildfires look so pretty
Ponderosa canopy, I’d never leave if it were up to me
To the ruby redwood tree, and to the velvet climbing ivy painted all mahogany
I’d never leave if it were up to me

Owl City

And did you get what 
you wanted from this life, even so? 
I did.
And what did you want? 
To call myself beloved, to feel myself 
beloved on the earth.

Raymond Carver

Learn, as you stand at this end of the bridge which arcs from love, you think, into enduring love, learn to reach deeper into the sorrows to come. To touch the almost imaginary bones under the face, to hear under the laughter the wind crying across the black stones. Kiss the mouth which tells you, here, here is the world. The mouth. The laughter. These temple bones. The still undanced cadence of vanishing.

Galway Kinnell