Thinking

I'm thinking of wherever
you may be,
cannot say which
of many worldly place
of light you see.
I'm thinking of the way you glow,
the blush of sun like candles on your back.

I'm thinking of whenever time may stop
for clocks to volunteer
to reunite .

I'm thinking of the long aisle walk
I will not walk, cold lips not talk.
Spilling tears, I'm thinking
of the years that turn
eternally.