come to me for a while today
we can imagine it is only autumn
before the weary sun reclines
into winter’s cold and brittle bed

I will wait for you where the birds
all atwitter in anticipation
hide in the musical apple tree

we can pretend, for now
there will never come a day
when we need beg for heaven’s reprieve

as we touch, moment to moment
with open eyes and fluttering fingertips
in the glowing waves of singing light

the ever-changing sky will pause above us
drape her blue silken robe
over our mortal bones, entwined

hide us, for a brief moment
from the lonesome stars

always calling,
their children home