of sorrows
none shall keep me long
or barter me
a choice
a way beneath the branches
weaved of briar
lost beneath
the grieving moon
seeking us
sometimes
pulled beyond
the edges
of a memory forgot
spurns the fading twilight
of every
might have been
names are chiseled deeply
to my soul
where once a secret shared
lights are falling
round
by love
a faint reminder –
of another
great unknown

. . .