when you leaned on me
like the wind on the world...

I grew as old as my wrinkles
and no longer hear your words...

Our voices fell silent.
On your side of the world...

On one planet or another,
you once told me...

I grew tall, strong,
roots deep, branches long...

I once
had a dream...

I saw Mrs Fields
reach for the sun with her eyes...

When I see time pass by
in your palm's wrinkled paths...

I see with eyes closed
imagined colours...

The road blurred in the storm
when we drove home last December...

When we write a bridge
between our worlds...

you open your eyes
like the flowers that follow...