Embracing echoes

We started on a page

scribbled by firelight

with coyotes serenading

through the night.

We have seen Venice and Paris,

traveled by train, by flight,

haunted abandoned warehouses

and museums, danced on wires,

laughed with angels, embraced

the dark, read verse not yet written

in each other’s eyes, and weathered

seasons that march on relentlessly.

Endings are a myth

as art renews like love, like spring,

like an echo of song

to carry us through.