A solitude emptied
of all that was wanting ~
left us to warm
as graces
to sun.

A place of forgiving
the ways
we had wandered ~
when truth come to find us
the hurting undone.

Would time e’er erase
our seeking of wonder ~
how dear
every measure
of song from the soul.

A lifetime of willing
thoughts
were for touching ~
a heart reminiscing
on stories
untold.

Happiness sits
as dew
on the pasture
bloomed into places
my waking returns ~

A dream without slumber
the flight was so tender ~

would the sin of forgetting
my memory burn.

What sunrise is blushing
beyond this remembrance ~
would cling
to the places
love
still remains.

Light steals my cup
from yesterday’s waiting ~
the breath of forever
smells sweetly
of rain.

. . .