from a fringe of sun it flowed

the warm, singing brook,      

that lay hidden from view,

laved clean of reasons

the plains where we hid

and secretly played,

circling in a game

of endless fascinations

from guarded vantages,

we skipped our dance of voyeurs

kicking our heels to spark

those elusive promises

that rang into time

onto the breeze,

into gravity’s embrace

into the healing water that bathed feet

it was there that I left you,

where you remain today,

roaming a frieze of twilit memories,

that stretches beyond diurnal skies

stalking a scent

and glances cast to fate

tracing the tributaries

of our destiny, the ribbon,

puddles you ponder, their meanings

dyed in shades of my treason

in that timeless hour

Did you see me leave?

where was I, who brought you here?

behind you?, beside you?, before you?

or was the sun in your eyes

when I dove off that far stone,

sought the current’s respite

sinking fast, to the blank depths

weighted by empty convictions

leaving just a soundless message,

beneath the brook’s sunfilled songs

reflecting in the ripples,

my last exhalation

which was all you ever heard

and could never remember

~end~