Originally published at Free Verse Revolution.
It was sometimes seen at midnight
Veiled in moonlight
Written in the stars in hidden code;
Glimpsed in the sun’s first rays at daybreak
But lost before the twilight’s parting glow.
It was sometimes in your eyes, reflected in mine
Sometimes in neither
Or else dulled, in mine alone.
It was a portion of eternity
Too great for either one of us to bear
Like a tale without a teller
Or a teller
Who did not quite know the tale:
It smacked of forever
But an inscrutable trail
Of the dead.
It is a dedication
Carved in marble
Heavy-set in granite stone.
Or typeset in the opening
Of a book I’ve yet to dedicate
And you alone.