Cleaving
Even memories steeped in regret
may become dew like a resin torch flame
that clears the dark
and on the stem of silence fed by that light
a smile damp yet enduring through jagged years scatters
The dry smile of you departing my side
touches my pale lips that only watched
while the loosened smile that must release you
spreads finely into your clouded averted eyes
Through nights unrolled in sleepless sorrow
though longing swells like a storm swollen with rain
if the bond once woven is gently drawn
we may become mandarin ducks
forever held in each other’s embrace
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