For a thousand years and many lives The seasons have seen your smile Pearly teeth of moonlight Waxing crescent Brighter than stars Flowing rivers search the banks Where sand imprints hold hands The eclipse shall come Who knows for how long Yet Dawn breeds hope And waters the old trope The rope my love Your heart and mine hold Silently fathoms our way home And I see you and you see me New eyes and smiles in thousand years old souls. November 1st Photo by Seda Tekemen from Pexels