... (writer is on vacation - here is one from the past) Ancient Travelers In another place, In another time. We grew! Grew to know That, Spirits, would blend again. Back then, Along that path, We asked, But, how? How will we know? Yes! Verily, Radio played, Our songs. Life, Pages turned, And Fires quickly Burned. Further along, Our wonderings, Blossomed, And Flourished, Into pure, Nebulous Faith. Into Believing. And Now, Blending again, Quietly, You say to me, "So good to see you." And me? Only, The look Of smugness Paints My face, Yes! As I spin In wonder, Dazzled by The stars, And The sights, In your eyes. Tumbling, Two tiny raindrops Falling toward, A giant ocean. Yes! In This place, In This time. ~ Passing the Flame Lit candle, Lights another. Flame is free. Free to roam this realm. From what, O mysterious one, Were you conceived? Flame arrives, Gives and Takes. To Forms. No ownership, Just caretakers Of Flame Are we __________________________________________________ *during a colorful period of collaboration(not many-greens and blues and violets used) .