Return
i.
Darkest dawn of
even
darker night.
Spanning wings
of angels caught
mid-flight.
Sprinkle dust
of bones from those
who leap–
Prayer blankets
now, for
secrets
held too deep.
Spellbound by trees
we walk
on
riverbed below
No separation left, no
effort keeping
earthy mold
from promised
light.
Only faces.
Warmed by
memory
of you,
the
kindling
of life.