had I known
of this returning –
when times before we loved
so unaware
of stars beyond my sleep
where dreams evaded dreaming
of worlds we left behind
counting threads
to more than cotton sheets

fragile rhyme
suspended
as laces thru the pines
whispers
lost to hearing – beckon me
with want for everafters
laid me down somewhere
nights I walk
with all that is
to be

. . .