once i held a candle in the dark...the light fed by years of faithful tending, nourished by other candlelights that came my way; words from friends, a car-ride to the edge of the sea, hand-painted cards, fellow kneelers in prayer. i knew what it was like to live each day by the hand...simple gratitude for newfound peace tying down the years of insecurity. in riding the storm-tossed waves, i located a quiet field where i may lie on the grass with you. till sundown. i do not know what the coming drought will bring, or whether these present days are no more than chance-meetings with an unnamed fate. to a point when mere hope and wasteful dreams will add to nothing more than a chapter of good memory.

it is here. watching time while it is ending. would the hours still stand? i desire to listen for more...a yearning which only a lost friend would know. your sky writing a song framed in memory, a far-off distant dawn, even as i stand, hold these waking moments to an end.

7 nov 2006