I’m hearing voices
and seeing signs –
sparks where stars
once played
as ancient spirits come for me –
to steal my words away

of violins
and neverminds –
are reasons I don’t know
memories
to claim my porch –
pile up with the snow

been here so long
the roads have worn –
and weeds are folded over
on places once we wandered back –
to spend but one
in clover

shared a dream
tho not so much –
for fear to curs’ed fate
squandered not our destinies –
on lifetimes come
too late

promise
of one more embrace –
words survived the fall –
love needs not a place to be
but spreads
to take it all

. . .