of the ones
were passed before me –
as wanderers to home
might lovers wake beyond
this night –
to places we have gone

eyes to close –
lips to move
tho nothing much is heard –
songs reserved to darkness
rise without a word

symmetry of mysteries
and where the glass
was broke –
some believe
and less conceive –
of stories never spoke

bend my ear
and warm my hands –
lest the nightbird weep
for secrets love
was passed between –
returning us to sleep

shifted now
the waning moon –
and none to share the flame
as once before
was come for me –
and knew of love the same

as gold
to settle somewhere
in the depths
of soul revealed
life remains of places loved –
as truth remains
of will