ten thousand years
are more or less –
the same as once before
I was
and you by some
another name –
forgotten to my bliss

burning sands
and chilly winds –
words the mayfly buries
for weeks alone
with no one home –
she waits to be
a bride

living long
in threadbare robes –
paths grown cold with longing
was come to share
a moment there
the start
of every end

knew you when
and loved again
was come –
as I was going
long nights warmed by firelight
morning to us all

rings and rows
of marigolds –
polished river pebbles
moonlight just as blue
as once we were

fall into
this willing you
of all I’ve come to follow
as whispers fell of
snowflakes into spring

wrap the winter
’round me now –
taste the name I’ve carried
near within your vest
my sweetest bloom –

still the heart
that beats the same
ten thousand years apart
tell me how you found
your way –
across an ancient moon
…