had i nothing
but one more ache –
another poem come of this
ashes swirl beyond the meadow
leaves returning
a golden bliss

silence fills
an almost whisper
breezes brush the tallest pines
remembered not
to indecision –
other worlds where stars align

bid me go
or let me linger –
will this earthly heart to slow
across and back
this everafter –
is home to every
love i’ve known

. . .