if theres a way

back into thought

of what could ever be

id stand in time

in widened space

beneath that redwood tree

where branches reach

beyond smug air

into the space between

and you and i

hold firm beneath

lifes endless perfect green

and fingers meld,

and eyes hold tight,

in steady even song

of timeless strength

in perfect tune

where you and i belong. 

in old growth field

of miles of strength

and perfect tangled line

stands gentle love

in hopeful hands

with yours tucked in

to mine.