would that your heart
remember us this –
asleep neath a blanket of night
dreaming our days
as atonement for touch
– burned into memory
hushed by the sight

of ten thousand ancients
falling around –
moonlight kissing the ground

I will know you the same
in places afar –
as sure was your love come for me
held to a moment
we lit up the dark –
and willed for a moment
one more destiny

. . .