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
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