someday

someday
in that far yet foreseeable future
when our scars no longer matter
and choices return full circle
where we first met for us
to speak of love again.

charge by absence and time
with a single heartfelt purpose
to bring back the mixed laughter
once heard in our joyful voices
floating above the generous Earth,

together we walk beyond roads
under autumn sanguine colors
fade into dusk without sorrow,
muse a question "what was it
in the balance of all things
turned into silent disregards?"

and hope lives on
the horizon’s edge of golden light
where our hands search to hold,
our linked shadows softly
into cool evening fall.