of a day
unremembered
(not the same) as before –
and numbers turned over
as a note by the door
of the things
worth our missing
when the light burned away
and darkness came long
to recover our place

as we stood
with our arms round another
(we were)

of these stones
to be written –
and dates (we don’t care)
what is real
of the world we created (one day)
reality burns as the quiet takes hold
(and no one remembers)
your name

as music
resounding
from distant refrains –
dance cut of cedar and pine
wishes (laid down
by the side of the bed)
and love
sworn to find us
(divine)

who are you (now)
I can’t say for sure
was there ever a time when I knew
the light(ness of being)
the fire burning (yet)
as wilderness grew
in your place

still (as the one)
forsaken (no more)
as a word bent to ear
(on the ways) to become

I shall live as a story –
of how we were then
(when I lived)
as I loved –
you (remember) again
…