Heaven
the place you were going
without ever knowing –
of paths come between.
Stood here
for years alone
ten thousand miles from home.
I was waiting this
time to return.

Easy
when came to believing
of times you were leaving
whispers to my soul.
When gave
your song away
so much I couldn’t say
you needed to hear –
promise to be.

Always
a dream you talked about
before your time ran out
with flowers in hand.
Trusting the noonday sun
with things we might have done
had the world been ours –
will to become.

Golden
fingers of summer heat
puddle around our feet –
a blanket to share.
Communion
with passing stars –
nothing but breath and mars.
Words I heard you say
I’ll never know.

Sunset
glows in the evening rain
twilight her sweet refrain
of just holding on.
Whatever waits me now
as lifetimes we allow.
My words entreating –
love me again.