In tongue tied tongues
Dialects from distant memories
Barely whispered through millennia.
I didn’t know how to remember what
we learned, un learned, then
re-learned, and yet
Older than time, older, than
we crossed many
moon lit rivers.
We were running. Always running –
Were we running towards now?
For I can almost remember what we,
forgot to forget, it’s been
made manifest by the magic of this,
that we are left living -
in new flesh
still chasing spirits and
Called by new names
yet still the same,
for your hand still fits into mine,
and the moon still guides us home