places I go

a breath between
so many come
would writing be my lot
to say
what none can say (for sure)
of moments time forgot
I found them wrapped
in solitude
their presence felt the same
my beat to match
my flesh to warm
my spirit to enflame
as movement born
to longing
was fate to come again
into the place
where living pools
my message to defend
it never was
will never be
but how was I to know
the proof of love remembered
to every place I go
at will to find
the touch I knew
was never meant for loss
a truth I carry with me
as bridges
still to cross
restoring new
each tender grace
of destinies I write
folded once
along the seam
as morning dreams
the night