O what a Story we'll tell them,
   You and I
of watching the evening Sun float orange
   below the Mountains and above the Clouds
of dancing across the Night, bodiless and free
of how we sang at the Stars
   and they embraced us
how we cried for lack of Words
   and laughed, because Words were no use
how we flew to Eternity, and swung past Forever
   and returned with grief-tight Heartstrings
for Eternity was too small for both
      of I loving You
      and You, loving Me.

August 19, 2004

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