take of these
my all
my every
thing I was before
no less
than who I was
when once you wrote me
word for word
to pages pressed

echoes breathed
together
easy –
who can say
which came as first
the choice to be
as fate was drawing
lazy circles
in the dirt

back this way
as forward falling –
dare me reach
to catch the truth
what was meant
of passing whispers
sighs were secrets
poets proved

lacey lace
and midnight wonder
round the round –
and tied with string
verses vain
as morning musing
rhyme returned
but not a thing

ages past and yet
another –
one more time
beneath the fall
stillness as a siren
singing –
through the night
one spirit call

get me back
or take me never –
more and more
the same and not –
where was I
when first you found me
lifetimes since
the pen forgot