gather me the blessings
of tomorrow’s brighter sun
and hurry not the lessons
lest they run
as anxious hands to mar the face
is time not more than luck
or visions but a place
already known
speak again of waking dreams
and roads betrayed the veil
of granite paths
and letters in the sand
carry me
marry me
pacify my longing
sit me through the night
and let me hear
of reason come
the way of home ~
of volumes long since buried
and worlds beyond our will
to understand
seal my trust with kisses
of still familiar words
breathe the night
and burst in me the day