in the space of time
– an evermore –
of beauty so divine
as heaven wills –
a moment
I become

witness to
ten thousand lives
walking through
to more –
stooped to pick a flower
from the place
I loved
before

when life was choice
returned to breath –
far more than hands
could hold
tis there remains
the music
– of my one
eternal soul

colors
few would notice
names I dare not say –
fields no longer flourish
as my paths are
worn away

recall me
as the meadow
where daylight came to burn –
held within
the rhythm of the moon

somewhere stars
are waiting –
as a wish made long ago
– lanterns strung
across the darkest night

reserve my ways
for longing
in a place not yet began
a faraway
made sweeter –
by my stay

. . .