last i remember
the stars had no names
and a wild endless blue
was your name
on my lips
surrender made do
with the past
it is gone
like a wave built of clouds
where our dreams
linger on
forty
and something more wondrous
than this
than years folded soft
on the night
last i was taken
you found me somehow
out past the waves
where stars
are allowed
pointed
and endless
cradled by blue
– fate
rearranged
by your hands

. . .