Heeramon, stop for me a while For one lost word one smile Long brewing in deep For long caged in lip. It’s time we made a start Rein rush and speak our heart In moments precious holding hands Pick pieces of that lost word’s strands. For long we have lived in thrift Two islands remote adrift In coldness distant aloof In silence under mortuary’s roof! Heeramon, it’s time for rewind Walk back the times left behind On the stretch of frittered away mile Where we left one word one smile!