together in time
time on a string—
friendship in notes
of what lovers bring
 
          *
 
storms and fires
eons of woods
grown over and lost
to sight in the blind
communion of one
 
          *
 
rust and battle—
armor left, foregone
on fields for others
to follow this road
 
          *
 
alone
in the constant quest
of folly foregone
in others’ arms
 
          *
 
one day crowned
anew without a plan—
maps torn and paper burned,
life without a line
 
          *
 
across the banks
between the hills
on to another land
without the one
 
          *
 
deserts, steppes
the air I breathe
without a shade—
and limbs outstretched
to the distant moon