Deeply hidden within thoughts
that linger
A centuries old message
to know and then feel
Remembrance crying out
from the darkness approaching
In a voice so familiar—our fortune
to steal
It calls to us silent
as it waits for an answer
It calls to us closer
as all distance revokes
It calls from within us
in a voice our breath fosters
It calls us beyond all past
anguish and hope
The air now grows heavy
with a mist that induces
Words mate in the fog
as the letters reverse
The ending comes first
as the beginning still chases
Sleep only forgiven
as new memories rehearse
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)