as i while away the minutes
until the guest arrives, no cars
are passing on the
Mountain of Gathering Remoteness.
yet there is a crossroads here,
the one where
love and loss,
life and death
intersect.

at any time that black limousine
might stop
and i'll watch you climb inside.

stars will fall like rain,
if only inside myself.

even when the sediments of history
quietly settle out
and embers with their flickering light
become ash-grey
i will say it one more time :  i love you.

one day i will come to the last page
of this book of mist and clouds,
and the urn of a dream
will shatter.even now,
the clay seal is breaking away
bit by bit. these moments
are compressed
into endless eternity
bathing the cosmos in light
like a collapsing galaxy