I won’t wait
the evening brush
of clarinet to fiddle –
I won’t deny your leaving
for some other
grace undone

they say
for one
another waits
beyond the rest –
a sweeter sun

yet I have yet to understand
how deep the burn ignites

through it all
a whispered sigh
was a secret passed in dying
dare I wait the coming back –
for the sweet embrace
of light

here –
and I
some other day
will recall the truth
this life betrayed
ten thousand loves –
as trade for one

ten thousand breaths
in flight

. . .