of the places
I’ve forgotten –
might I see you sometime there
as a shadow to a page
already read
as a lace
that brushes softly
to my cheek whene’er I turn
remembered still
a moment so divine

would never do
to mention this –
the place where paths were crossed –
where planets planned
to meet some other time

and holding out
uncertainty
for what would surely fall
tho not for long –
a brighter path recalled
covers now the evidence
of miles we walked before
spun with vine
and paved with silver shale

quiet as a hand was pressed
gently to the paper –
before the next to write
a story new –
told again in whispers
of a night so long ago –
shivered as our wishes
fell to earth

when come at last –
to understand
fleeting recognition
of something without flesh
we dare not speak
quiet sleeps in darkened halls –
where memories are tucked

perfume sits
all night in the dark