Misremembered fragments and half-forgotten phrases;
Fine, dark eyes and a sad-souled girl.
Who are you? Where do we belong?
Whose stories are these, whose lives am I seeing?
Roads of description and paths of light;
Worlds both real and imagined
And always there is you.
Half a step behind and sometimes in front;
Never quite sure if I’ve found you or not,
If our lives touch in this lifetime
Sometimes with a film star gloss;
Othertimes just you, more real
But always love. Always.