quieting life

we will find in us
a still point in this turning world
ourselves
our love
(our faith)
in the pale night of the passing seasons
an ember
forever lit
held fast to the author of all voices
the paradox
(of the unfolding life grown dim)
we will remember
each touch
kiss
gentle caress reborn
arising
awakened into the frailties of faded youth
exposed
without sadness
despair
regret
lost forever the hint of tomorrows hollow core
we will remember
us
no more bound to fickled worlds of flesh
no more
no more
no more