til there is nothing
I will tarry –
beneath these roads
where silence sleeps
within the dust
where night is gathered
denied the fire
we burned
between

til comes again
I shall find you
near as my next breath
to this
I will sit
within this pining
assured of love’s
immortal kiss

resolved
of rules
time decided
of sorrows not yet
felled by light
truth shall come
without permission
with faith to seek
a new
sunrise

. . .