As tears formed rivulets
That ebbed
From cheek to neck
And laid upon my heart,
The shapeless One
With magic on
Dried them in
Reverse.

He cupped His hands
Till each was spent.
We drank them
As the sweetest wine.
Grief
Turned to
Merriment.

He danced
With me
Wrapped in
Silent words
And open arms
In the shadows
Of the moon.

I measured the
Stolen moments
Shared, not
In the Moon's tide
Or Man-made time
But in my own
Natural ones.

Three have
Passed
And still
He comes
To call.