Eye to eye, a moment of remembrance
The unspoken world that passes through
Sometimes not as she seems, the world turns for her
There will be no breaking of season
For him,
For them, no season at all
Except for the glories that exist far from this one
A season to which time will not apply
It has already been, in the world next to his
And though far removed, offers more joy
More joy, more knowing, more of what almost was
This is the world he will make his
She will remain, unchanged, unmoved, unaltered
She will remain