Here is the village of Phoenicia where the bears roam the night

And here is the river where I asked to love you

And there is the willow where you kissed me

And this is the memory that is unbroken

And there floods the water that ate the sunset

And here is the water that flows downstream

And there is the sound of the splashing

Where the time is a ghost that haunts the memories I haven’t made yet

And there the sun goes into darkness

While I stand here remembering

In the endless flow of days

How July looked so many years ago

When the day was perfect

And God was not a religion

But a moment of breath and moonlight

Here it is.

All of it.

Flowing out from me and you and dripping downhill

Into the water

That eats the sun

And all the days behind us

And yet somehow

I hold it in my hand.