on the wake
of eternity
blue casts a shadow
where time keeps the past
without room for restraint

poised on the page
of sweet revelation
of all that I am
but a handful of grain

so tell me
your stories
write of the reasons
and who held your sorrows
to light for a while

of voices returning
by way of the bark –
and paths cleared anew
by the wild

thrill me with tales
of mysteries starting
books without words
and stars
without place –

of night owls
and herons
nesting as one
in a strange yellow bush
by your gate

tell me you’re leaving
but hold me just once
the way
(you remember)
to keep

I’ll build a fire
at the edge of the night
a reminder of time
‘lest eternity
sleep

. . .