of moments made
a fragile bit
of all might I remain
whispers warming soft
on silent lips
secrets folded
thrice again –
beyond the reach of tears
beyond the day
awakening begins
with names
they never called us by
places blurred to ink
a road
or two –
and loves we swore
to give ourselves unto
stars were crossed –
lifetimes lost
we can’t undo
morning waits –
ten thousand shades
of blue

. . .