There was this one

Time under the sycamore

You were above me

On one elbow and

Looking down and just

As a late August

Breeze blew your flaxen

Hair from your face

At that same moment

The low afternoon sun

Caught the corner of

One of your eyes

And there then inside

I did see the

Deep blue pool of

Your soul and to

It’s bottom where I

Saw you swimming throughout

The eons of your

Lives and right then

I knew that like

Now we’d been together

And then taking my

Hand you said come

Swim with me and

I said just like

We’ve done so many

Times before and you

Said um yeah sure

It was that day

That I knew then

That only some of

Us are lucky enough

To remember the pasts