Paint and brush
to claim me –
red against your black.
Fair to feathers
floating skyward –
words as silence soar.

Breath to warm
each thrill survived –
hope kept in the dark
sits in boxes –
packing
tissue paper hearts.

Forgetting naught
for why it is –
of all I might pretend
– each time we talk –
a time I fall
again.

Forever waits
unbidden –
a schoolgirl once all over –
yesterday don’t matter
where we are.

With thoughts of you
returning –
same old maps
to borrow.
Roads may get me nowhere –
I won’t miss.

Stay the night
and tell me –
of mysteries to know –

like where the wander takes you
when you go.

Mountains fall
to passages between –
here I am
and you a part
of places I am better.

Line by line –
writing in the dark.