The world with snow again, and clean.
Stillness and clarity, I feel the possibility of you.

I have known you all of my life.

And it is me you feel as you walk home slowly, as you lie awake and look backward up at the moon.

Especially strong at times when we feel of each other,
when we love without knowing whom we love, when we look
intently at every stranger's face to see our other, our eyes.

And we drift away into the day; we forget the spirit for the near.

We grope through circumstance and learn and ripen.
Again yet we remember, and leave.

We Seek Each Other.

there is magic in this world