of who I am
I’ve been told –
there’s resemblance to the rest
but something none can name
that is my own – my wilderness

a mystery of purpose
each subtle stroke of light
wrong made sense in waiting
for the promises
of sight

hands to work
and heart to seek
the ways we came and why
I’d choose again (this choosing)
would live again to die

to find renewed
the places kept –
though mortal essence fades
within my soul (eternal)
are seeds of love we made

no less than now –
and dearer still
as each new day begins
love becomes a tapestry –
of stories told again

watch for me
(familiar) as another sun draws nigh ~
listen for my spirit
in the memory of a sigh

returned again
as times before to find
forever come –
another strand of love to weave
in destinies of one