wherever this
some tuesday morn
before the sun arrives
an echoing of engines
in the night
a ways beyond
the coming back
to find our place anew
a flood of stars –
wishes
falling through
wherever this
may take us –
a world beyond the pines
some distant sea
dreamed in sapphire blue
miles before
the lay me down –
what would you have me choose
when all
my heart remembers
is a wish
returned
by you
. . .