The sky was weeping when you kissed me
softly, like a bare foot on wet grass.
A dream of white sails now, memories of past lives I think,
you an empress and I your champion.

I was a Druid once, five hundred lives ago
when you worshiped with me
that first miracle
in a cathedral with no walls.

The full moon after a summer rain will
forever be your time,
breathlessly
like the master's initials in the corner of the world
visible only to those who look.