in the still
of September
as promises poised
at the far northern edge
of the lawn
fireflies flash
a fleeting surrender
as merging
they dream
into one perfect light
where all
just beginning
the creation of soul
love feels the same
as I knew
that it would
the first time only
of all I have known
began with forever –
a moment of grace
warmed by the notion
we’ve been here
before
holding hands
as always
remembered us
home

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