Seeing you today was like seeing you for the first time.
I saw your past, in me, as I held your hands.
You reached out to touch your memories,
gently caressing clarion air
through age-bruised fingers.
My hair in ringlets – to you part of an animal, a cat, a bear.
All your life in cloudy eyes,
the searching look of wonder and primal trust.
Where are you? And who?
But you still know me.
You can hear me.
I am brought to my knees
as I hold on to you, who is me.
In elements and sands –
and up at dawn chorus;
My gentle man,
who will never be bettered.