when now
the stars are clouded
by wonder
what is gone –
ships to sail
and other lives moved on
shadows spun
to silken web –
one more
might have been –
was left behind
and waiting for us
then

mysteries
decided by the setting
of our sun –
names were never spoke
above a sigh
touch beyond
the reach of hands –
secrets whispered still
– longing soars
beyond familiar skies

pages yet
unwritten –
await another start
spilled as sacred ink
where none can know
what of worlds
returning
where once a shadow fell
light before the first
we came to hold

. . .