Floorboard creaks were footprints in wet sand,
Eroded but still familiar
These awkward steps are so dissimilar.
One foot drags another through the past
That digs a moat for the castle built into the clouds.
Your head is still in the clouds.
Lightning strikes and it all turns to glass;
Now I can see this had always been your plan.
You said, "Come down, love.
There is a place where we can say it all began."
And it all started with your hand.
The most timeless connection
Since the oceans met the land.