My mind slowly drowns in memories br made holy by time. br Daylight fades. A gentle breeze br scatters a rainbow of leaves. br br br Thirty years ago, my eyes br were blinded by my vision. br I was adrift in a dream, br homeless in heaven, wandering br constellation to constellation, br footsteps leaving no traces. br br br Clay pressed cold against my back, br the arrogant scent of sycamores br mellowed by that of wild mint, br the hypnotic song of muddy waters br lapping against granite and driftwood, br our lips straining towards each other's, br and brushing so lightly, as if gossamer. br br br Terra firma was your home, flesh br and blood your natural elements.