Dialogue Across Time and Space

If one day I were to meet her

Her helpless hair tousled by the wind

I would quietly stand by her side

Listening to the resentment falling from her lips

I wish to lead her through the misty mountain pass

Give her a map clear as day

I wish to smooth the lines of her tension

Grant her a soaring flight without restraint

I wish to untangle her cautious knots

Offer her a flight of fancy without purpose

Finally, I would tell her

She has long since laid down the weight of the world

No need to look up

Much less to look back