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

. . .