a shade of grey
between the boards
remains of waterfalls
and silent there
in other times –
a dreamer fell to sleep
were mysteries
becoming me
or truths – as gods undone
twilight pools
in maple boats
somewhere east I am

as ancient seas
the careful breeze
is matched by one to this
home no more than once
before I came
born to ordinary
daffodils and pine
kitchen filled
with wonderful –
clothes to crowd the line

a casual communion
of thoughts the prophet mourned
and hard the backs
where held the hands to pray
tears still taste
of somewhere
else – empty satin shores –
ages worn as covers
to the couch

without regard
to weather –
you left with me your coat –
and stuffed into the pocket
every line
of sweet imperfect whispers
wrinkles on the night
when said I love you
more than I recall

bring your will
to harness mine –
your lips these truths to fold
gathered as the gold
from younger fields
mystery of
everything –
knows one more of me
is reading from your pages
writing your release

. . .