When tears would will

in sight were our lives

I watched you walk, still

forty years later survives.

~

Just the trace of boots

stepping across pavement

no eyes yet, only the roots

of then just as love meant

~

Today our lives are romantic

we choose to recall, spend

moments imagining, a tantric

soliloquy, dance, we suspend

~

In reality only for this release

will ourselves, find our peace.