i wasn’t meant
for waiting –
another sun
some other life
never raced ahead
to find the end
where I began
tis all for me
this mystery
of now
and here we are
floating on an
ancient emerald sea
touching
barely touching
your voice above the tide
fingers tangled
warmth around my own
whispers of direction
as rivers
you are come
back to this –
sweet memory
all I know
of home

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