chisel me
forever
set your name with mine
beneath an evening
spread
of ancient pines
beneath a sky
of almost black –
wings against the dark
whispers of remember
– fathers
taking flight

carve me
into maple –
my soul to golden oak
swear me not a page
where i might stay
counter to a memory
how would i compare
as one so sweet –
to steal my heart
away

. . .