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have found my way
tho never lost –
to wandering I am
the line was never written
yet the dreamer read it well –

as nights rolled up
along the edge
of ancient constellations
I listened as you
reminisced on
unseen (other) lives –

of places
not so very far –
each name repeated softly
so still their echoes
settle in my ear
as somewhere we
become again –
wherever dreams revealing
of lights beyond
this passing into us

holding hands
beneath the breath
of venus everafter –
shimmers now
the same as she did then

remembers us
of passing through –
forests of submission
takes my breath
to know she knows
your heart