The memory of your laughter
devours the miles,
though silence now claims
your lips,
and laughter was only
a fleeting station
where heartbeats gathered
like migrating birds
before the drift.
Even now,
though roots have withered
at the wellspring of bloom,
your laughter,
a shimmer
on the rim of horizons,
still beckons me
toward the longing
we once wore
like wind-woven cloaks
inside a dream
we dared to explore.
We knocked,
you and I,
on the door of the distant,
where the unknown
in each other
glimmered,
and we bowed
before its light,
unafraid
to adore.
