were it mine
to offer
a future undefined
light
to ease the edges
of your night
had I wings
the ancient kind
to spread across the skies
might I hold you
captive then –
bound by this
desire

were it now
a life resumed –
come to steal my sleep
took the place
of memory –
burned within a dream
were we more
than once declared
a sigh beneath the timbers
arms still ache
with missing
my heart
was yours –
remember

. . .