Deeply hidden within thoughts
  that linger

A centuries old message to know
  and then feel

Remembrance crying out from the
  darkness now passing
  
In a voice so familiar—our fortune
  to steal

It calls to us silent, as it waits
  for an answer

It calls to us closer, as all
  distance revokes

It calls from within us in a voice
  our breath fosters

It calls from beyond all past anguish
  and hope

The air now grows heavy with
  a mist that induces

Words mate in the fog as the
  letters reverse

The ending comes first, as the beginning
  still chases

All sleep taken hostage
—as new memories converse

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)