for every time
I knew –
another here awaiting
some presence
come to feel
me up with lies
of mercy me and mysteries –
who are you to tell
of words we used for love
I knew them well

for longing hurts
as nothing worse
than e’er I knew before
what questions hold not answers
of relief
bittersweet the falling
of what I know as truth
I dreamed you home
to nights beyond
this sleep

beyond this fearful
waking
some understanding lost
who shall sit the night
worth waiting for –
remembering another
when wishes lit the dark
I am here
the same as once
we were

. . .