carry me now
the ways of remember –
a silver white light
laid soft
on the dawn
awaking in time
the once held suspicion
love lingers still
in places
unknown

to walk
near the graves
of the last without name
thirty five more
past the broken down gate
to surrender
my keeping
of moments so fair
as paths through
the silence
– to wake
with you there

in the still
born of letting –
words
into smoke
how far from the sleeping
steps turn to stone
were garnered
of moments –
I hold yet their truth
in dreams
of becoming –
to carry me
home

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