will e’er there be
a dream too small –
or warmth left unimagined
as trade for love –
we waited more
than years

as witness
to some other dawn
where once we gave a promise
returning life –
from moments
scattered here

remnants of
a million lights –
stars we called by name
vows we made
ten thousand years
ago

another time
the heart decides
each coming back to love –
reminders of
the only truth
I know

. . .