Hold my hand and we'll go down to the water's edge,
to the seam that joins land and sea, and one world to another.
I'll show you where the wild fennel grows into it's own small forest,
parted only by the warm sea air. And you and I, as we stand with our faces upturned will begin to see how the dried flowers become stars, constellations, against the sky.
We will watch how the light fades from the landscape, even as it is entering our hearts.
