waking you, softly

 you,
 in this light
        
the smell of dreams
and sleep.

and i
breathe you

you unfolding from your sleep.

you to life
         
i
can hold onto this

a stillness

overhead geese
 calling
         
apples falling from branches

then once more

silence

I returned 
to the old books
because
I could not remember
their stories

what a decade does

the characters
so very different

I could not
reread the pages
I had once found
myself in

what decade does

time
unfolding

flower buds 
then petals

time unfolding
   
it is time
moving to dust

time, unfolding backwards

am i the dust
petal

time