For years we meandered to jaded drums

Lives transfixed on the repeatable bursting boulevards

In dreams we cradled love’s aching call

Its siren song- we marched to diminishing redoubtable chords

Of transcendence though not yet come.

Our hearts turn to a hall of looking glass resplendent

As radiance shines on the Temeraire, the sea unfolds its symmetry

A lunar pool speaks to itself as if in rhyme

Seeking only reconciliation of our years; our exquisite exile

We cling to that which is here.

What guides our name for the unnameable?

Brings us drink from the fluent and fickle stream?

Why cross oceans of time to be the abecedarian?

Our experience abates - recedes from its puissant perch

And brings a beginning to the quietus

So as the snow feathers its way like silent incandescence

A shimmering scape wraps round our open hearts

We walk as slow as the tranquil haze…….we whisper only in thought

Our soft eyes ahead – we share…we adore future fire

And dare we not to wake.