was the coming back
they warned me once –
of summers without memory
perfume kept
so long –
the essence dried

of late nights
and slow rides –
rolling through the canyons
breezes blowing somewhere
far above

with big plans
and longer words –
listening to the water –
forgotten was the teller
to the tale

wishes fell
ten thousand miles
eternity retreating –
and leaving us as proof
of yesterday

longing
finds me here sometimes
lucid
constellations –
adrift somewhere above
the silent waves