give me to more
than the flush of existence
a song held in place
by the sound of my voice
give me to more than stones
without mercy –
or plans for reliving
a once random choice

much more than words
or promise repeated
back and forth rhyme –
as a measure
of grace
burden and bruises
blisters and babies –
are more now than passing
of time into space

a name seldom spoken
as a thought
might have been –
and sworn to the memory
of love beyond life
a garden
of orchids
jasmine and curses –
as laughter to ring
in the dead still
of night

remembered
forgotten
made more by the journey
and moments no less –
for the ones without say –
where I’ll be missed
as my presence to linger
on paths still becoming
somewhere else –
a new day

much more than a spot
on an outdated map –
or a place without season
another to hold
more than a pocket
for keeping my compass –
or hands
once were holding
found their way
to my soul