roots

a depth long forgot
echoes 
against this chest,


but
blinded by desire, and
by fear,
exquisite anticipation
slips once more.


and so:

lost again,
that wisdom
whet
against brilliant innocence;

lost again,
that stinging solace sought
in patience's cool embrace.






time,
sworn foe to lovers
and salve to hearts torn asunder.

time,
the gift we take,
and give,
but never repay.


time,
i return
humbled,
in service to you.


let us find what was lost
and what could never be.