Timeglass

[sweetwater]

The evening like a glass of wine in the moment it
Returns it's supple gesture in the missing of you
And the desire as if lust was a dirty word to dream
The sanctity of love and feeling ... The longing moment
Becomes itself ... relives the moment endless

Days pass like a strong westerly wind into the north
Where the cold meets the ice melting in the memory
Of fields and meadowing time ... My footsteps become
The map of my return now buried ...

Every step now awakens to the new ... The beginning
All over again but never remembered ... Repeating it does
Seem in the seeming ... Able glance I have been here
Before where I have never travelled