was here before
as yesterdays –
bending words to need
listened as the wind
tomorrow told
of graces we might never earn
truth to never end
the reaching for –
when searching for
our soul

of stories
almost always –
another we could write
pages turned
are held within by shadow
pieced together
promises –
once more might I be
in places
I was born
to love you so

ten thousand
lives –
a moment’s verse
what purpose left undone
vows are kept
our passing to atone
a faraway familiar
as the moon became a bride –
whispers
welcome strangers
back to home

sweetly now
the falling
of lines no longer read
– ringing as
the light unfolds again
reminders
of some secret sun
hummingbirds will tell
of journeys –
our returning
would begin

. . .