may these wandering stroll
finish swiftly somewhere far,
where our skies meet.

where sadness is but
a shapeless, amorphous cloud
dissolving amid joyful cries.

where my tears cross
your light in glimmering
beams, a whispered rainbow.

where I can feel
small again, born again
in ever flaming leaves.

liberty will never perish
love will wash us
where our skies  meet.