An artist's light once more

sets us among past encounters,

fading scenes adjust focus and replay

in the ever-willing theatre of our minds.

Oh, to lead the dance once more

curious figures follow twist and turn...

you and I must move beyond these shadows;

let a sun set for pity's sake.

Sure as the ever-changing meander of our minds

flows through the familiar and the strange

hide-and-seek spectres wander the maze,

advise and worry us even in sleep,

point every way but our path will not fragment.

Though consensus mumbles nothing is real,

in consequence of love you and I find a firm place to stand

and everlasting gratitude redoubles our strength.