was one
or ten thousand
as times to recall
where we were
when we started (again)
presence blended
into one by the light –
and passed as thought
to the wind

was a day
or lifetimes
blossomed from tears
the blue
so amazing –
in waters below
we talked without talking
holding and yet
separate for changing
the story (again)

was it left
in our place
as we sat in the shade
that day (one day)
of another
leaves were falling
hands without need
but to trace
where the grain
gave way into word

rainbows
were reaching
your colors to steal
as laughter
fell sweet to my skin

as wonder
I waited
for one more (again)
to hang on
with every goodbye
how many forevers
the turning would come
finding our way
just the same
as before
mapped to our soul
was the ending (again)

of others I’m sure
I’ve forgotten (not one)
as they stir
in the place left of dreams
dear as was ever
another just now
traces of thought
give way
to a smile

(can it be)
love becoming
without need for a time
yet so many
now passed (on the way)
are come
as was fated –
into places I am
as a mark on my heart
of beginning (again)

. . .