moments

when the road is whittled
down the way -
between the longest branches
and the last of lanterns burn
against the black
to hide the moon

remember this
I love you -
tis the same -
a song I am
when the night is touched
by morning
I shall find you there

beneath the arms
where evergreen -
strings her harp of gold
held against these willing hands -
the grace which
love allows -

come to breath
before the day is known