when tomorrow
I’ve forgotten
– how it feels
to feel this way
a fleeting sweet reminder
shall remain –

when years
are let behind me
as sunrise to my birth
will I fear no more
to letting go –
with memory
of the first

I knew of love
(be brave my heart)
a moment held by grace
would e’er I come
to speak aloud
– of miracles
retraced

when held apart
by distances –
miles and seasons true
silence fell to words –
the best
of you

forever this
to breech the night –
another living come
in colors
I remember –
shining
every one

. . .