maybe ....

Maybe we learned it a long time ago
like the art of the curve
or how to love slow 

maybe we traveled to far, distant shores

orient express or carriage with four

enfolding our hands, pledging our lives

as we walked across time

our paths intertwined

...maybe we fought on Cullodens red fields

striving for freedom our bodies to yield

maybe we struggled against wind on the plains

carving out promise regardless of rain

maybe we played countless days on a river

climbing trees, catching fish

you an arrow

i the quiver;

one holding fast

the other to fly

reunited as all else we love blindly dies

then under piercing stars and a full harvest moon

some ancient page was turned 

maybe this time--love is found in the burn

maybe we've always played our parts too well

navigating back to waiting arms somehow

reaching for the other with every circle of the moon

scarred, bruised & bleeding

love waited in the wound

maybe this time, it's not about the bond--

the truth and the strength of what we know

maybe this time

grace

is

in the

letting

go