It is the ghosts that follow us,
The chords of yesterday that sing,
A long faraway forgotten song.

I hurry about the busy day,
When suddenly caught within the rain,
I see my feet are bare, my clothes are white,
Instead of winter its springtime,
My spirit is free in youthful bliss,
In the foggy early morning of my life.

The brightness warm, the crowd is hushed,
And upon my hands and knees,
The tombstone had fallen on me,
For a moment I am terrified,
Until I catch a glimpse of your outline,
From behind the spotlight,
The world is of no consequence,
It is just you and I.

Barefoot behind the stage,
Where no one looks, no one stays,
Upon the stairs where no one stares,
In the darkness we stand as one,
Fingers locked in a sacred bond.

Listening for the cues,
I have you as you have me,
Our hearts beat for beat,
I don’t care if I miss my scene,
All I feel is electricity,
And the miles of fate that lie ahead,
The miles at steak that we must tread.

And at the end the curtain calls,
We speak in looks, whispers, and connected thoughts,
We meet away from prying elders,
Our foolishness to them is pointless,
To us is the life we breathe.

All we need is one embrace,
One shared breath cheek to cheek,
We don’t ever need to speak,
I have you and you have me.

If I knew then what I know now,
That the fog would lift and the rain would fall,
That one embrace would become a kiss,
Paper notes would fill the miles between,
And miles between would be misunderstood,
Convoluted with age and one mistake,
A naive cry for help would take you away,
A promise made, a promise broken,
Would I change anything?
We believed in eternity….

Now here am I,
Caught in the rain,
My feet bare no more,
My clothes a colorless black,
I am one without another,
My hands only hold each other…