take me back
the way we came –
so I might see the sun
left to live
in stories
dreams
of deepest elm

so I might reach
for heaven –
the memory
of lace
folded into dust
another morning
come

take me back
if you can find
the road that was
remains
pressed against
the mountains –
caverns
without name

take me back
remember me
into the place
where light was born
fashion me a star
above the trees

. . .