If we drift
Then we drift
We'll meet
Back at the shore
From light and dark
To feathers and steel
Not for words
But for the feel
And nothing is secret
Only pretence
Smoothed down over time
Sacrifice the "now"
For "maybe when"
When sighs become songs
Memories
Become
Rosaries
To soothing chants
Strung together
In a loop
To cycle again
And again
And again
Clasped in hands
And buried in
Velvet bags
Smoothed down over time
And if we drift
Then we'll drift
Memories
For the "maybe when"
