Small suns burst colors
In a sea of green they dance
Bourne by blue sky-breath

I forget my path
Hidden in the deep vastness;
Spring sapling, sun-burst –
My feet travel quietly
Yearning your secret pathways

When sky and Earth touch
My hands finally give way
After long silence

Small stars burst in loss
The many eyes wrapped in night –
The path of the years

Our hands become trees,
Bony and veined by the night –
Our moon rayed bodies
Linger in fragility;
Dark love and light love remembered

I grasp your tree-hands;
With one last breath of your youth
The sun is closed by the moon