I Said, The Days of Old

Tiny raindrops dance lightly in the wind

At the end of a lonely, quiet stone-paved lane, she rushed into his sight at seventeen

The wind had not stirred, nor had the clouds; only his heart moved

That same year, she left the home where she had lived, departing sadly for the other side of the ocean

Five years later, at twenty-one, she returned to her country in a graceful rush

That same year, the gentle, jade-like man won a license plate at auction for a high price: SQBO56

Time is a circle layered upon itself, again and again

They circle endlessly within it

Until at last, they come to rest at a single point