Reminiscence

That I could know you again in the places that we frolicked,
without the world’s cares,

as blithe children -
that which was, that which is, that which is yet to be,

from the origin,

through the tides

from the pensive,

from the joy,

in the motions of sheltered visionaries,
reborn in continuity -

a breathing,

streaming,

vicarious lineage.