solve me now
this mystery
of where and why
you came
when years have passed
– no one speaks
my name
but out beyond
the cedars
far beyond the dark
twilight rains
and i become
your touch

something more
than everything
for something more
i prayed
would find my wanting
met –
some other day
while getting on
getting older
lest i grieve
a moment more
to learn the ways
you came for me –
to understand
how far

. . .