for every time
a time so true –
as moments without measure
to be again
remembered then –
our presence now
our treasure

a softer sigh
was never heard –
though times before
I waited
as one within a passing sure –
would lifetimes still
be traded

by rushes
to the yellow morn
silver to the hay
as glories gathered by the vine
to steal my heart away

of twilight swoons
where nightbuds bloom
petals tender fall –
as anxious for the memory
of dreams
to hold us all

by stillness wrapped
this thought so sweet –
as I – with grace divine
was bliss to me
(eternities)
beyond the reach
of time