there is some aching
that will only heal...
in the mosque of sleep.

I breathe in...the silence
of my own heart
aching with tenderness
with memories..
Of home.

I was coming together...
limb by limb, after being broken
for an infinity.

in the afterglow
of an evening rain

i lay down
in the grass
and think of you

my body aches
like an after-kiss

breaking in soft fires
and wildflowers

my dear,
i will always be
this tender for you.

I am filled time and again
with a heart-aching wonder
when I think

of the fire
and frost of memories

of the everlastingness
of love

the solace
of family
and the power
of prayer.

the saddest thing is to be
a minute to someone,
when you've made them your eternity.