as letters unopened
left on my pillow
remembered of days yet to come
told of a mystery
few could imagine –
and where I might go
when living
was done

of sorrow rewritten
and lessons unveiled –
by the passing of stars
on a parallel flight
provision of destinies
fate realigned
to the way of the wanderer
burst into light

to wings
where the sparrow
was spared by the blue
and brushed into essence
of one sacred will –
crossed into places
unknown yet by some
becoming the more
of eternity still

sweet this submission
as love we become –
people
and places somewhere
touch I can almost remember
a name –
warms to my thought
as truth unaware

of moments
unguarded
dreams drift apart –
as shadows succumb
to the night where I lay
there in the hush
of destinies deep –
I write now the letters
you left yesterday

. . .