Old friend, old friend.

We knew each other best

when we first knew each other at all.

The years of facts and fears and

times between us

have choked like dust,

have choked like dust

the truth of that first spark

from soul to soul,

from mystery to mystery.

And not just us, but all of us,

each human soul,

its brightness smeared then extinguished.

Through the foam of experience,

the froth of personality,

how few come back again

to the surface.