I can see
by the light in your eyes
that you have travelled far,
so old and yet so young.

I can hear a train in the distance,
it’s windows filled with golden light.
Soon we will be passengers again, you and I.

You should have seen what I saw this morning!
The way the mist rose from the fields,
the cobwebs strung with light
and the sun gently greeting them.

How lovely this world is!
How sacred a gift!

Let us hold hands,
place our heads upon
one another’s shoulders
and our hearts in each other’s laps
that we too can be goldsmiths
before our train arrives.

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