Valley of Remembrance

Rooted in this valley We watched the sun fold her petals one by one into the navel of the sky Betraying us into an ambush of shadows Frightened we tremble as the wind weeps through the trees like a blind man's wife looked outside on a rainy night Time wound our heels Time heals our wound If we shall ever meet again,may it not be on a moonless night,that we not peer like strangers into each other's face May we meet instead under the old crescent and transparent smiles of the moon That we may bend slightly amidst silent smiles and knowing nods in recognition of the wrinkles of suffering and dimples of smiles on each other's face..