Walking Hand In Hand

We walk hand in hand
Facing forward into leaf-dappled sunlight
Straight from last night’s slivery silver sun-straffed moon.
In between we dreamed
This is the dream.
This hand in hand hour seen
Precious, shimmering, passing.
A morning’s ephemeral mist,
A breathless breath rising
Here and gone.
“Only a dream,” we say
Except, we held hands,
We saw. Wordless words crossed space
Informing cells
Their memory of secrets holding everything—
Retrieved and wondered over when all is lost.
But this, this informs the new life, another cycle,
This, our expanded, grateful now
Holds steady through broken days,
When clouds of mourning dull the eyes,
Obscuring sun and stars.
Storehouse of beauty bank coals within.
Let my hand remember his.