how many times
the coming back –
across ten thousand years
to realize
what wasn’t real –
how life could disappear

like everything
we wished for –
when came the time to leave
holding still to all we loved –
dreams we dared
believe

they never said
nor once confessed
the truth of love’s restraint
to fold across
eternities
wherever life remains

a beginning
never ended –
just beyond the reach of fate
love released of wanting
beyond this sorrow –
waits

. . .