There is a God of re-birth
Who saves soft memories
In new minds,
And leads us back
To love.
How else could I remember you?
How else could we look just once,
And know?
We were in love, so long ago.
My arm finds your waist
Your head finds my shoulder
There is no strangeness
Only the warmth
Of two souls
Returning.
(A memory nudged by Sandra Fowler's 'There is a God')
Nomad Omnia
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/returning-companion-poem-to-that-day/
