from her...

So many ways to see a life
in endless rings and things done and not,
from a reckoned moment: now to this;
from the shocks that rock the wagon
when life is a traveler on a tortured road.
I revel in the glows of so many afters,
when loving made the purpose of being;
the memories of skin have their own meanings.

In heights of happiness, into a valley without,
when light seemed like waters of the desert
and loneliness like the waters of the seas,
there were moments that knitted me.
They held me to become such,
piece by piece into a whole.

And then...there were
simply, times that keep me;
a moment in the sun of your love
that left your shadow on my soul.