I remember your shadow
cupped gently in mine
and the words we whispered together
as the first lights flickered into being
Before the waters split
and the ferns pushed up through the dirt
before our children named the planets
and called to them as guides
We held eternity between breaths
before there was air to fill our lungs
and that moment of purest truth
was reflected in the cratered face of the moon
Do you remember the name of Light?
The etching of Dark on the backs of our eyelids?
Like the palm of my hand,
like the curve of your smile
fixed in its own orbit, dancing
with the galaxies
It made us to remember
and wove us from memory
It called us Living Earth
That we should never die like the ones before
And what became of us?
Your grin drifts and dips beneath the horizon
and cold winds blow from the bodies of the giants,
to the North
It placed me in the East
on scorched ground and desert sand
and you to the West
to wax and wane, each new child drowned into this world by the scarlet tide
But still I remember your arms inside mine
and the hills of your shoulders enduring the rain
The burning stars and swirling dust
of your thousand constellations
I cannot forget, for we were made in Its image
and It wove us from memory.
