was here
and for a moment
eternity was passed
as light into the memory
of day

forgotten
where the curtains hung
who would tell them when
or where we loved
some other might have been

to stretch across
forgiven all
the ways
by which we came
with want to speak
of treasures
when gathered there
the same

who will know
who will say –
what proof we leave behind
are part of all we’ve
come to know

– awaiting us
to find

. . .