had i bravery
to tell you –
confessions still to give
lines i wrote
ten thousand suns ago
planted me a garden
grew with destinies
longing left to bloom –
fated bruise
of memory

had i bravery
to wonder –
how we loved
how we will
so unattached to living
– love divine
devoid of every circumstance
without a star to wish
blossoms carried sweet
beyond the
vine

. . .