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.

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