In a land of See-Again appears
our old trysting tree.
Falling thru’ time I see the place
where my lover waits.
Wrapped in immortality’s folds
gleam priceless moments.
We there have not been parted
and youth owns our hearts.
Memory like the muse still plays
transmutation games.
Ageless are unmoveable dreams
where new is ceaseless.
Vision creates again Love’s time
that once known cannot decline.