We walked alone so long a time,
together on the lonely rock,
parallel and never meeting,
the crossing never come.
Lives were passed and battles won;
he learned to build on sifting sands
and I to dance on cloud and stone alike;
we glanced in recognition
but never thought to touch.
And there upon a misty dawn
I found a cliff that struck the sea
in a place more north than north was known,
and he the same as me.
From that twin but separate height
we looked upon the edge of earth,
and thought of what came after loss
as promise sounded on the rock.
We leapt as children trust the sky,
as wise men know the wind.
Blue-grey sea took us eagerly
and forever flashed to stillness.
His hand met mine in the silent dark;
my lips found his amid the blue,
warm strangers, at once familiar,
entangled in the depths
of desires old and young.
And in that expanse of endless sea
were we borne from all we knew,
free from those forgotten dooms;
no east or south or burning west,
neither cloud nor rock nor brutal sand,
caught in delights which earth denied
and we once met made one.