Like searching backwards
Into the ever-fleeting past,
Memories bright,
But dimmer every day.
Like gazing forwards
Over the boundless, blue sea,
Where the sun sets
On crystal isles
Known only to the sand and surf.
Like staring up,
Beyond the black void,
Where the star ways swirl
Into glimmering forms
Whose beauty
Neither mind nor hand can grasp…
Darling, I look at you.
He Who Wanders 