What I would not give
to remember
small tender moments
spent together.
You with me,
me with you.

~

Tessa praying
on Berkeley Hill,
out loud. 

Hands clasped kneeling
towards the Sun--
Calling out to her god;
Pressing her devotions up court
and begging for that spirit
of infinity
to see me for what I was,
beautiful in her eyes.

And, as I was as I am,
I watched,
Unclaimed, undrawn...
without feeling
that which 
the faithless
wish unto themselves.

Her prayer went out
in late 1979.
Thoughts are fast.
If not faster than light,
that still places
her hoping words
some thirty four light years
from
Earth...
Past Centauri,
Past Pollux,
Somewhere near
forever.