Ashes to the Ground

                   What hope
                   was ever present
                   near enough to guard the truth.
                   Where dreaming was
                   and kept in mind
                   another place I wandered to.
                   Was envy
                   spent for want (tho not the same)
                   as grief for that I held (but once)
                   love I knew by name.

                   Was once
                   a time no longer
                   but for the ache of going on -
                   memory of a light
                   when darkness fell.
                   Was all for this
                   and something more
                   (who has the right to tell).
                   Might love exist
                   without the words
                   come without a sound
                   breathed to life by silence
                   (ashes to the ground).

                   For who shall know
                   what moments we repeat -
                   what echo love's returning
                   to anthems just as sweet.

                   Was given love
                   not mine to understand
                   for who could know the ways I came
                   and will me here again.
                   Sequestered by a longing
                   on the breeze -
                   a blush beneath the nightingale -
                   a murmur of the trees.
                   That I might know again
                   every promise of that day.
                   Will love be love (remembered)
                   to words we couldn't say.