loved be - loved

ah, there it is
hovering
an un - kissed kiss

sabbath

straight road
went steep
down

down into dawn
where light
lighted the way

and brightness glowed
from fingers
and toes

touched
travelled far
stopped a while

ah wind
whispering low
how wonderful

listened
to day-filled
sounds

yes wait
wait my love
you are to be found

Trace(d)

The grey granite stone, the hills, the valleys, the coastal roads all sunken in me;
trace elements flowing through my veins.
Sometime I hear familial voices in the sounds of the gulls' call;
that's all. Now that I've gone.

Disappeared without trace;
seemingly, says the long, long night.
Not one rooftop mine as raindrops fall in the fading light;
footfalls echo. I am out of sight.

Recognition of image glows;
Reflection before sleep.
Precognition of eternal rest.
Traced, my love, the outline of your face;

but how late. How late.