From that which is
becoming –
life returns for me.
Memoirs offered by the night –
loving strains to be.
As written down a reason
when there seemed no hope for more –
as promise left to moments –
where once (we were)
before.

Of tenderness
I choose again –
kind as kindness knows.
There is no love we leave behind –
it goes as we would go
Restrained by none
but onliness –
love becoming more.
As we would show (in giving of)
wisdom waited for.

To find anew
these mysteries –
let the sayer have his day
to storm the path
of living –
and not our light betray.

Hold me now –
(as I shall hold)
let rivers chase my name –
that I might seed compassion
on the sea.

Tell them all I went the way
of locust come July –
the way of laurel
stilled by winter frost.
A softer sigh –
as silence waits
to heal the waning moon.

Love shall find
acceptance here –
beyond the threat of loss.