I press this mound of soft earth

between my hands

as if the pressure

could make it stone

like a monument made in heart

and warmed through by the sun

so when you pass it by

somewhere in some other time

you will know how much

I loved you here

while I am loving you 

all through the web

of dimensions that fall beneath

and beyond this sky

in all the unravelled strings 

of all the ways 

that we have loved

spun to a spiralling dream catcher

to catch our dreams

and birth the dreams 

our dreams have dreamed

the way you left me 

the image of your face

carved into the moon

and the saviour that saved

the little girl 

from the nightmare of her haunts

so that I could know you too

let this earth here be

familiar to your touch

and as permanent as stone

let it be known

that all throughout this tangled wheel

are girls who no longer 

know how to sleep 

without prayers of you to come

and women who sing you to them

in their dreams 

and those who stare up at the sky

and wonder where you are

and all of them are me

waiting for you to find them

so they can love you

once again