a request please, to censor me not and eat me whole. morning noon and night we are inclined to believe and build, brick by brick, homes we will and wont inhabit. somewhere on the periphery, an absence, which is an always presence. shades of the dark make the light brighter. i see your tracks, but might not follow. a suggestion to unearth the roots and take the back roads, to marvel at how it came to be; the authenticity in and of the first gesture, where the only way was wholehearted and the names were learned by heart. names that are more than words, of those with whom we are secretly in love. the glen holds the bright and the weather in her open arms, waves crash against the rocks when yesterday the water lay still as glass. tomorrow again a change. yet always water. stark lines against low and trembling clouds. it is only three glorious summers since first we met.