Soon

The promise of lovers—
Separated by distance
Or time or circumstance,
By anything at all.

The hope of lovers—
Which lights a scryer’s track
Through the darkness back
To one another again.

The breath of lovers—
Held fast in gasped prayer
Until broken from despair
By the other’s caresses.

The bond of lovers—
To have and to hold
Till time grows old,
Infused together.