returning

find me
as never found forever

and love fell from the sky
 gently  drifting in  thoughts
downward through dreamers
probing the outer distances
of separation as if a science

it was then I was banished to
the center of Orion's belt
to forget

rain among the music of leaves
understood the sky's mystery

I do not know how to remember
such imperfections as me
when your eyes adore such miracles
of light

 lost in clouds I fall
for only then am I allowed to return

You hold sunlight
nearer than the morning
nearer than the flower it's color

there is a practicality in dying
into the returning dust of equality
the moment ends - the dearest season

 what is lost?
the smell of the last jasmine?
did you find it in the young field?
or now in the time of their memory?
or never?

to smell the lost flower
to dream the last dream
I return