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of all that I’ve known
and places passed over
on the way to become
who I am –
there are moments (so sweet)
I can barely remember
without breaking down
o’er their beauty

and the truth reconciling
to seasons of light
writing my verse to the dark
speaking in whispers
as hands (now to hold)
where others were passed
by the wind to the sun

days counting more
than a measure of breaths
words spilled to pages
we kept
dreams came around
to remember my name
as moments were stretched
‘cross forever (one day)

no less for the wanting
eternity seemed
but a start on the way to begin

lines trace the edges
of some not forsaken
of all I have loved
to the map of my soul
no matter the distance
a thought bears me still
to the places I am
bound to thee