In the whir of time I reach back
into a vast universe of memories
to recapture the light held captive,
to bring it forward like a tiny globe
of fire reflected in the irides of my eyes
or an ocean storming in my palm.
Escaping life we draped our nights in promises
breathed them silky as softly burning psalm.
Your memoir is imprinted on my heart,
one gentle sway and suddenly I remember.
art by Billy Knight