had I known
of another –
of times before this
where life was
revealed in shadows
of bliss
and spread into sorrows
one tear could divide
– as oceans were split
our fate to decide

what of this
we were keeping –
what of joy
shall we pay –
shall sleep in the moss
o’er the places
we lay

what blossom
is seeded –
by the ache of despair
shall burst
as a garden –
to fields unaware
of moments we came
or the ways
we once found –
how long was the journey
I wonder

sunrise
the same as it was
just before –
when last I lay down
this journey
to prove –

remembering now
to another
sometime –
as the road I was taken
returns me
anew

. . .