moving on…

the ones we’re locked in this cave with,
they move on with barely a whispered word;
the ones who read the shadows on the wall with us,
they leave without looking back sometimes;
we hear the echo of old footfalls moving away
and the hand that interlaced with ours feels lost
as the Comforter is colder than seems right
while what passed for day has fallen to stark night

for now…

but this is not a place to be called journey’s end,
it’s a pause between breaths and beats as one still loved
moved forward along the path to clear the wild way
that we might easily come after and embrace again one day
when dawn is the forever song that plays upon the seas
and every dark and abandoning thing forever flees

 

(for k.)