will come as breath
forgotten –
permission to believe
a strangeness to the light
already formed

as silences
remember us –
lifetimes since the first
as fates to fade again –
the waiting weights

when lightning splits
the dark apart
and sets fire to the nest –
will stormclouds chase the night
as longing unconfessed

to understand
as never could –
words can barely touch –
the essence of a moment
lost in time

within the dawn
will surely be –
colors once we knew
returning every time
we close our eyes