I must confess,
Amidst the swirling blizzard
That I had been waiting.
How do I explain the feeling
When you lent into the storm
To cradle my focus
Before it swam away.
I still remember
The first encounter,
And how when you\'re a child
Worlds can change during a meal.
When the adults in the room hesitated,
I saw then that you lived
In the gap between their words.
I was raised through fear
To believe you spoke only
The language of regret.
To never disturb beneath the hood
Or pause to revere, the haunting beauty
Of that lingering web
Misting, the dew drenched fields.
I hear you approach
In dreams, as soothed calm encompasses
Those vague surroundings.
Outside, on the line
All that haunts us is just time
Looking back, like a drawn
Face in the basin.
I understand now
Perhaps, I realised even then
Under night somewhere
In the faint darkness
You walk beside me.
Under an emerging moon somewhere
The paths of our shadows meet.