lost
the will
for looking back
a path o’ertook by vine
as strangeness there
forgotten us –
whittles at my time
with never been
and waiting then
the story to betray
when touch was more
than touching –
loving more than lace

I should have known
I never did –
love carries me the same
as lives I lived
somewhere before –
the best of me
remains
belonged to you
held you close –
nights I had no say
of what would last
the morning light
to take my breath
away

of castles dark
or meadows smoke –
now muted into blue
in silent sweet surrender
another time I knew
the words you said
before you spoke –
an echo crushes still
the strength of love
from one –
the next forever
shall reveal

. . .