I am still waiting for a sign,
a shiver across my shoulders, a word
written in snow by sparrow feet
hoping by that simple gesture
that means so much, the fertile
dark will be sundered.
Our longing we never shared,
too risky the journey,
the plow finding stones
and the heart crying foul once again.
But still I would hear it now
that you have reached light,
those flames burnt across my soul,
the grace of knowing we were once
twined, even if only in froth and sand.