float
within these ethers
wake beyond this night –
to places where your name
is hardly known
where stories
of your coming
have not yet found the page
scripture without word
to touch the soul

steal beyond this moment
of remembering
your love –
flowers yet are blossomed
gardens great
grieved to weed
and held by vine –
let be and I shall find
souvenirs where passing
once you grew

message of surrender
tell them all for why you came
and I shall bare the truth
within my own –
voice of something truer
than music you
deny –

lean into the melody
become a violin

silently
as ancient breeze –
move against these chords
raise the softest hair
with verses sweet
memories of other times
whispers came to bloom –

lilac breathed into
the golden light

. . .