remembered here
the ways I came –
and where (for you)
I waited
stood the night
until the morning bled
blush against the darkness –
swirled within my glass
burning shade of passion
rolling crest

warned of times
the tides were low
as ripples washed in circle
while here below
a league of silver fins
made their way to places cooled
with pardon (to deliver)
– just before the final
(first) amen

fathers watch
from storied boughs –
mosses weighing heavy
foretold with gentle swell
of love’s release
glowing ponds of sacred light
dried to ancient stones
– as life creating
(rivers to the sea)

quietly
the world awakes –
sleepy eyed to wonder
returning to the blanket
(where we lay)
our burdens by –
beneath a sky of lullabying cedar
– (loved) as one by one
the stars
we named

. . .