Somewhere  a meandering creek bed tiptoes silently

in between living gemstones and waning milestones,

where we dove in deeper than knee deep mirror ponds

where we swam away from the incoming tide 

looking for something already found

and time paid the cost for penance; all the unflown sky,

passing by shaped like the memory of loneliness, 

a crystal clear creek swims by, now but an ebbing dream 

                   we never knew —