perhaps

in the dark beyond

in the dim beneath

forlorn in shadows

of my own footsteps

waiting

for rhythm to wane

for silence to heal

wounds 

not claimed or recognized 

in reflections of quiet water 

moving slowly toward the sea

returning home

after a long journey 

wisdom was finally found

unveiled under silk scarves of night

flickering in the starlit shimmer 

of my pulse

a fragrant wind will bear 

a gentle kiss, 

a soft whisper aloft — 

perhaps

in this way 

I shall be remembered