fret not
as shadows linger
would move my soul
to mourn –
surrendered love in vain
to ease the ache

returned to me
as wanderlust
I shall not ask for more
would scorn
the poet’s hand
for one more line

or bleed
the violet evening shade
of memories unsettled
to soothe the day
before the moon is come

for this refrain
my longing has no place
but in my telling
of moments
where there are no words
but those of faraway

take to heed
these tender hands
this temporary madness
decided by a change in heart –
serenade resigned

breath to still
this wonder –
hurt without a balm
tears can yet remind me
of my love

beyond this night
another waits
and there
for dreaming made
a bed of feather flowers
asleep on wandering

would angels ring
so sweet the bell
to lure me
from my solace
or count for one
the final call to home

tethered
by this evermore
and weighted with confession
as one who loved
with everything –

before the shadows fell