So we moved through air
Moved through twenty years
Of space until a cyber found us
Still intact but different
We who thought time
Could never hurt us
Or take us hostage but
It always does, in its
Varied stages, its relentless
March toward something new--
Keeping us always alert
For the blooming of a soul
Lost amid the din yet
Found beneath the ashes
You I thought I'd never see
But delivered into my realm
Like a falling drop of rain
In the palm of an open hand.
