stilled to whispers

a myriad of faces
drawn to places by the sun
and in the eyes
of leaving
I knew myself
so different now
than other times
when stood outside the door
and waited for the past
to catch me going

without these hands
to hold me
without the moon to blame
might fall away
yet always would return

to this
a vow to singe my lips
the promise of becoming
one again
lovers sworn to silence
some presence undecided
thrust into the grass
much deeper
than the blade

a moment
willed to living
words remembered
more than said
hears only now
the tongue of gratitude
a voice stilled to whispers
longing rises to the dawn

love returns unfailing
from sorrow's
shallow grave