Do you remember that stolen moment in the rain? sideways glances over reflected light?

where have these days taken us?

who now can you call from 3 lifetimes ago?

the cities resonate, the fortune teller daydreams.

we too could fall in love with two hundred varieties of moss riddled river rocks.

Meet me in the magick. I'll be the one with the moon in my eyes, waiting, always waiting.

I'll remember your soul.