15

Down and up my dear,

down and up -

all the spaces,

all the poignant spaces

the holes they are distance -

the distances,

the love,

the shared -

all the shared

swell,

with time - 

the tide of a life

the moon of death 

and the rain 

the clouds for miles 

as far as the eye can see 

Wrapped around the water, 

the horizon, 

you and me, 

 and there, 

sitting in a rock some time ago, 

now buried, 

forms some diamond chance of memory, 

and in the end these are the precious, 

these are the standards, the makings of value. 

Time, a flower blossoms, the scent of which is smelled a whole life through.