We were a stone’s throw in the moonlight,
the stillness before the ripple,
and the cascade in every direction
all at once.
We seemed to hold every aspect of time.
Made young in the glow of eager smiles, captive to chance.
The palest shade of new.
Green – budding with the highest heights we would reach, still a secret within us.
A secret our spirits knew all too well.
And they’d dance together when we weren’t looking.
And talk of our destinies
as if they’d already happened.
As if they were already celebrating,
the good not yet done.