were this the meeting
of time interlaced –
and stayed I a moment too long
looking back
as a breath to the breeze
no different than raven or wren

sunlight or sorrows
passed through as shadow
were given a reason – come home
needles for nesting
a faraway blessing
no different than now
my purpose to know

stronger the promise was made
of uncertain –
and there stands forever
a place unadorned
by need – might wisdom
give life to a dream –
will I want for another (more time)

to caress
or burn to my soul
the hands of the sun
remembered a sigh
some sweet lullaby –
plays softly when whispers
have come

and struggle is all I have kept
from my slumber –
forgotten the pathway to dawn
shrouded in mystery
questions unanswered –
the mirror knows more than she tells

laced with the past
is every tomorrow –
dusted the raven
with wren in her sails