I think 
you say
these thoughts 
and things 
and write 
them across 
your brow
as though 
I’m inscribing 
them there
not I
that writes
but you 
I only 
trace what 
you have 
already thought 

Let me now 
sing this sweetest 
melody of all 
let me now 
remember most and 
leave the least
let me now 
most of all 
be the one 
who simply forgot 
for in forgetting 
all about forever 
I can bask
in my forgiveness 
and this door 
about to enter 
goodbye to you 
and you and 
oh yes you 

I was looking 
for something I
was sure that 
I had lost
and upon finding 
knew that I 
did not need 
funny this then 
having needed it 
so desperately before 
and now not 
for it just 
like shoes or
pants even dreams 
I had outgrew 
nothing forever fits 

Tens maybe hundreds 
of little mirrors 
dot the mountains 
reflecting the low
happy East sunlight 
as though stars
themselves dropped from 
the night sky
and landed there 
for one last 
big wish hurrah
before they too
became just another 
part of mountain 
as day goes 

You work
I play
I write 
you stay
and then 
this day
we both 
did pray
that we
would say
just this 
once lay
here this 
tender way