Our hearts wrap tightly around each other
In the night, with miles to go and all the world between us
They sing lullabies made from the casualties of war, songs with words we have long since forgotten

Centuries passing through our fingers, time undulates between our toes
We stretch and pull and wonder at how elastic the heart, how dense we really are
Reaching out, expecting to pass right through this incongruent existence

But here, you are, again
Called by your secret name, you wake in this world
Startled to find you are not as alone as you supposed