What is shared Between may be Within, Gazing into a gaze, is this where we Rest at Last? Oh, the Life spent cloaked Trembling before Utility, Will she notice the Child Whose knees bled not ocean but Sky? for a Home is a place where one is free to Become The Ground and the Walls themselves - reminded of the infinite miles through which bone and skin extend Narrative recognizing Narrowness Bells and chimes are but a gentle compass through time; a glimpse into your motherβs beauty, I miss Wander in wonder, do you realize we have met? Oh, the Life spent cloaked Secreting Truth in secrets Can what is lost within be found between?