were that we
the first to know
of shores beyond the sun
of tiny shells
forgotten on our way
a destiny rekindled
as resurrection come
and every choice
to stay

my feet have hurt
from walking –
my eyes are sore with tears
letters written
come and I shall be
the same as you remember
were we ever
not for long –
a world beyond our wishing
was the place
you made
of me

. . .