You are to Me

You are to me

like dust in the air

the creaky boards in the floor of an old childhood farmhouse

sunlight drifting through the cracks of aged wood.

You are to me, like memories of what was and is to be

a forest of trees long since forgotten

living on in my bones

like a whisper calling my soul home.

You are to me
eyes all seeing
a whispered dream
the promise of a moment vanished in the mist
and solid as a stone to call my own.

I remember you

like the music in my soul

ages long since forgotten

like sunlight drifting through the leaves

the gentle whisper of wind amongst the trees.

You are to me

time immeasurable
and you remind me
that

I cannot practice what I am

as I have become what I will be.