were there
another
much like this
days where darkness stood
years when not a word
was made to breath –
i was yours
if nothing else
i remember yet
the same
as moonlight
through broken shards of pine
as dawn
against a canyon wall
this i carry still
the ways to home
a map
within my soul
were there another
i was waiting
for your lips
against my own
for a morning bright with dew
you would come
were there a time
before i dreamed
a light before
was made
eternity
stretched
the calm between
. . .
tornadoday 