I have not breath
to give you –
no tears beyond these few
I have no words
to will you understood

of ways I was
when none would know
to see in you
my morning –
rolled against the sunlight
of my dew

without the say
to know you now
or where tomorrow
glistens –
her skirts of almost life
above the rain

of beauty
I am nothing more
than ashes blown to autumn –
a song no longer sung
forgotten tune

of melodies
you gave to me –
when thought no one
would notice –
when wandered back
my wilderness to know

chance the morn
to find me here –
and you my one for keeping
photographs
remembered as
we were

still the light
of dawning blessed
sighs of everafter –
when called by name
each star along my brow

fill this page
with lonely lines –
write again tomorrow
tell me
when again –
and I shall wait

…