Those were the dreams
those were the battles
hard-won and peace-less
like stolen joy.

Those were the benefits
those were the triumphs
savoured in endless hours
of speechless praise.

And here I am.
And there you are.
Journeys later
no sea parted
mountain still stands
and oceans vast
still filled with love
not ink.

Those were the plans
those were the twists and turns.
And whatever the plot was,
I have lost it.

But in the middle of the unkempt
garden stands a cross:
The tree of the knowledge
of good and evil.

I wish I knew.
I know nothing
but you here
with me.

And that, perhaps,
is all I need to know.