Where might I find you
Where have I not sought you out before
How might I remind you
Where you could look to find my door
These are the days, there are many of them
Where I may go out in search of you
These are the days, there are many among them
Where I may wonder what happened to you
I do not go to that place so so often
Where I find the here, and the now
I do not go to that space so so often
As when I found the here, among the now
Thoughts of footprints walk around me
From the beaches to the stars of the plough
Thoughts of footprints now astound me
As from the beaches I tow the stars of the plough
Where then might I find you
Where I have not sought you out before
How then might I remind you
Where you may enter through my open door
