Far away you and I
on the beach sand
by a crackling fire.
Reds & golds light your face
I listen as you tell me your stories.
Of the roads you have travelled
the people lost & people found
Of days your heart was broken
Of lovers who healed
The nights when the moon was your lantern
Those when stars lit your way
The days you stumbled, the occasional falls,
Sunrises and sunsets from mountains & shores
And as flames grow gentle & embers glow
There in the telling and the listening
your story becomes part of my own.