might I go
the way of winters –
lest you speak
of me sometimes
as fault
to resurrect
the lonely chill

was known
before our knowing
wrapped us close
around
within the night
ten thousand lights
burned out

might I stay
beyond the leaving
in colors
you know best –
autumn red
and souvenirs
of wing

blossoms burst
as song to flame –
with melody
of one
time was lost
when we as light
became

a moment
willed to whispers
e’en now
to silence cling
as moonlight
pressed –
into the proof
of love

. . .