the old, old stars

Here, the last thought of you

soaks into a vision, warm air

comes heavy like wet fog

rising pungent earth, clinging to all

Giving the world a shape of dreams

Here, as softness in the inhale

Brings forgiveness to the sun and moon

For carrying on while my heart stays

lost, in the motile shadows that come

Full circle and inch to the west

As you stay so far, away in the east

There is no easy peace, the old, old stars

Confess Love and endure

Aflame in the emptiness, a defiance of reason

The heart lives its will; yes, and Love

The gift I give and keep, in a boundless

Space...is always in my eyes,

Here, they find the deep, slow rivers

Of your wide, dark eyes.

The night funnels the moon

Across wastrel waves to shore;

The last dark mast eases into horizon.

As I close away the beauty of night

raise a hidden light, a beacon

calling…you home

Inspired by: Aqui, te amo...by Pablo Neruda