I don’t know 
if it’s the 
flame or ember
that warms me 
so long after 
one promised me
so much light 
while the other 
ever lasting comfort 
I’ll just sit
here and wonder 

There’s a rhythm 
here at night 
beyond the lights 
that shimmer outside 
closer to music 
candles and clock
fireplace and lamps 
they all move 
me and carry
me far away 
and yet closer 
to you in
their dancing light 

In the wood
where cackles tweets
and erps sing
and we go
to hum along 
we find peace 
that forever has
belonged and we 
as visitors who 
long ago knew 
come here says 
the wood to 
remember and forget 

Sometimes you 
gotta go 
without even 
knowing why
maybe a
sound or
a smell 
or a
bit of
wind calls
and off
you go 
flying or
running but 
never away 

And wind
against window 
reminding me 
of bones
that ache
I lay
in darkness 
and count 
one knock
then two 
thinking of 
knees and 
hips and 
the many
miles I
have gone