We braid our lives together,
breathing between walls of time
as we walk down gilded stairs
into the mansion of the heart.

I look back at your questioning eyes with wonder,
all the travels of the soul
folded in your hands.
How many hours have we spent
circling some ancient ruin while
light floods an open field?

The braid holds our fear caged in rags,
welcomed into the burning hearth.
And we hold each other
in the world’s eddies,
we dance at the edge
of some unknown history,
our eyes as still as glass.