the pages
so much fuller now
than e’er my pen could say
and rhyme makes nothing much of sense
before I pull away
tho I for one
without the words
to tell you what that means
I’ll write it down
and leave it as a message
to your dreams

when bent to fate
we made a place –
no one dared believe
would make it through the coming back
another time to leave
as none so sure
the ways to go or when we’d wander home –
north was south
and south intent on letting
love alone

of redbud rest
and night bird nests –
pancakes rolled in butter
and all day long to sit
against the sun
married once
and let it be
the place for coming quickly –
begged me let forever sleep
in faded cotton gowns

of other times
a photograph or two
I cannot find –
black and white are pasted
in the space between the lines
with none to know
so few can tell –
of meant to be just right
as fingers trace
the softest grey –
eyes to hold me tight

I’ll take my chance
and stay the night –
wrapped in silence still
held beneath the rafters
with truth
beyond our will
forgotten every warning
bet you knew my ways
back then –

words were never given us
a place to pass again