was paradise
a Tuesday
I fell into your eyes
a fleeting thought –
let me go
back into the light

how far
a distant
coming home –
to find I love you
still
with longing
so familiar
arms to fill

for this –
ten thousand yesterdays
were tempered by desire
words
I thought forgotten –
catch my soul
afire

. . .

for every path
another comes
a journey unintended –
sacred truths
of spruce and evergreen
wrapped in fragrant blossom –
moss and ancient waters
heretofore a destiny
unseen

choices where
it seemed were none
loss once deemed as prize
evermore is witness
to the time we took
in finding –
wandering our way to home
as sorrow
filled our eyes

moments held
above the rest –
souvenirs and trinkets
a flight we missed
another dream set sail
highways running
north to south –
a gravel road to nowhere
miles to make
another truth to tell

. . .

within the dark
where drift the stars
few are given name
for only in the falling
some are found
let not a prayer
be wasted
a night with arms outspread
pointing to a light
beyond the sun
wherein the answers
glisten
silver blue and gold
memories the heart
has dared to hold
as fleeting as a wish was made
pressed into the dark
a sigh
wherein eternity
is come

. . .

in the still
of not quite over
I find my words again
hushed within the shadows
I’ve become
pressed into a memory
someone left before –
storms awake
and I
am not yet done

thought to go
forsaking us –
one more kiss then I
shall memorize these places
coming home
awkward
as remembering
when first you understood –
how was I to linger
as love already
gone

. . .

how many lives
were paid for this –
by chance
we love again
broken in the middle
but stitched across the brow
linked by fates
a scarlet thread –
arms that hold you
now
how many mornings
reminisced
how many times returned
a place that bears
an imprint of our love
remember
how I whispered –
with ne’er a thought
to leave
weakened by the way
you said my name
eternity can never
be enough

. . .

how many mornings
were left
on the floor –
fingers unfolding
pressed to my heart
so thankful for this
I lived for
gifts unintended
traded to me –
nights I said grace
while you slept
fevered
forgiving
of moments between
to take without leaving
to break
without bread
kneeling in shadows
grateful
and blessed
for all that was written
a time passed before
I awoke in your dreams –
unashamed of the light
that fell like a whisper
with a promise
of more

. . .

were that we
the first to know
of shores beyond the sun
of tiny shells
forgotten on our way
a destiny rekindled
as resurrection come
hello
goodbye
and every choice
to stay

my feet have hurt
from walking –
my eyes are sore with tears
letters written
come and I shall be
the same as you remember
were we ever
not for long –
a world beyond our wishing
was the place
you made
of me

. . .