no different the ache
of eternity passing –
stolen the name we gave
to a dream
warmed to our heart
as one with our beating –
knew as we knew
of the waiting to be
stirs still in spirit
the place of becoming
strains as a breath on the night
drinks from the cup
we pass with our kisses
shines to the heavens
as a moment
of light

Author’s Note ~ Written for a friend and his wife, who were expecting
their first child in October. Instead, they now strain to fill the silence
left by words unspoken – grief that cannot be mentioned by name.