Fingerprints on bookshelves
A sitting chair
Where books may have been
Only in that one quiet moment
Thousands of miles distant
With water, with tree
With spiritual shelter
Where one might see
Yours was not the only
Searing stripe of sunrise
We were both there
Don’t you remember
Yours was not the only
Golden glow of sunset
We were both there
Don’t you remember
Yours was not the only
Dream of days upon days
We were both there
I hope that, in this time, you do remember
