in warmth
where the last of the sunlight
was gathered –
smothering snippets
lay fast by the door
and watched as permission
was given the rose –
fell as a shadow
of breath to the floor

as grace to seclusion
the running around –
as locks almost rusted in two
tasked as a hinge
fell away from the rest
and all that we held
by the passing into

retrieved
from our solace
as mittens and coats
wrapped velvet arms
through our own
choosing the path
so silent – our boots
when met with surrender
in moments alone

becoming to pass
as essence to wind
and breezes to swirl somewhere new
sunlight makes waste
of eternities planned –
as floors
without memory
of someone we knew

in the hush
before waking –
the sweetest of dreams
is spoken
as gold welcomes night –
names find a corner
for keeping our best
weaving a memory
of breath
into light