tell me
where your words
have gone
where the key
is kept
will truth
be ours to scatter
o’er lifetimes
we have left

will time
resort to flying
will your heart
find rest with mine
will words
be lost in how it was
to break

were my faith
a consequence –
of a promised
one more verse
where time is stilled
with every sigh
remembered

tell me
where your words
have gone –
where the key
is kept

. . .