neither death nor silence ends real love
at any time
any one of the loved ones fallen from the map
may reappear
suddenly pushing the door open
overlapping faces and voices
transcending time   as we know it
maybe with their hands
they will pull me up
from where i sit on the sagging couch
maybe  we will go back to that innocence
maybe sunlight will disclose and spread
its infinite message
maybe they will trust that my love is true
maybe a low chime will ring from the bell
in love's temple, shaking off the lingering snow
of less fortunate times
maybe a choir of angels will flap their soundless wings
in the solemn dusk
waiting for night to break the lonely day
maybe there will be a song soft as moonlight
stroking midnight's dark skin
maybe human shadows will kindle into light
maybe fallen leaves will blow back on the branches

maybe a past moment will become the next moment