across the ancient cool
of dawning –
light is spilled
to loving grace
reminders of a season
gathered –
and kept the night
in folds of lace

of words became
as birth to shadows –
whispers once
confined to skin
heaven knows of realms
we traveled –
holds us now
the same as then

spring to winter
summer – fall
lifetimes passing
while we sleep
e’er from dreams
the bloom remembered
daylight warmed
by love we keep

. . .