Across the waves
of universe –
planets weave and stray.
Light remembers
where we passed (as stars)
just yesterday –
becoming words unspoken (now) –
echoes fill our soul
with taking back
(as we begin)
this paradox to know.

In persons come as prisms –
flashing colors
stream to light.
Truth remains (in yet to be)
beyond the reach of sight –
our only thought
when came alone –
to reason everything.
The questions for our answers –
are tumbled now
from dreams.

The breadth of time
(a blink somewhere)
creation come to word –
Orchestras are playing us
symphonies unheard

– as quietly
the covers move
heaven turns her face.
Ribbons spool from rafters
as wisdom to embrace –
this coming home
(our welcome back)
with lights to shine the way.

The road we took (becoming now)
remembers us always.