in moments
of remember
do you wonder
(as I do)
past the echo of the thunder –
past the fall

do you question
still to answer
someone said we might have been
too far (become)
so close
in letting go

to dream
our world (in places)
denied the curse of name
ascribed by stars
(as none we are)
when taken flight
again

of love
there is no
guessing
tis greater than our fears
(took my words)
before I knew
to speak

. . .