from places no longer
the one getting by ~
as silver blue veins
trace the will of the wind
and speak of forever
our longing to know ~
like the hush of a whippoorwill
coming to nest
and branches bent over
by the memory of snow

terrapin tea rose
and red scarlet laces ~
were bloomed from the shade
of maple and rye
burdens forgot to the passing
of seasons ~
lives resurrected
as love would not die

red tail renewal
preys o’er the pasture
as swoons for another
a thought passed
between ~
whispers of always
linger as loving
to lie with us down
on a blanket
of dreams

where kept to the memory
of unfinished language
and rest within moments
our reason to be ~
as teardrops fall
on this view of creation
love becomes light
and life ~
destiny