The place that forms I
steps back in time
reblooming days and
reframing eyes
memories delay
the impermanence of forms
and warm remembrances
washed away by the shore
the clock tics and tocs
as the I flowers and fades
like a paradox
like life
like temporal ways
and an empyrean gaze
suspended by memory
seen through the haze
of vanishing days
the place that forms I
replaced with the now
of passing dreams yet defined
and feet placed unsurely
along earthly lines
step back, move forward
find hands that warm
and tenderness that calls
from space and time
yet to be thine
heed the nightfall
and passing sun
embolden the day
re-bloom and re-blaze
the place that forms I.