the forest's hush In mountains lush
saturates my senses
with each breath all that is left
are past and future tenses

looking back there's no lack
of memory evolving
from a guess, more or less
of what is revolving

uncertainties of what's to be,
of what's now becoming,
this moment shared by you and me,
for a moment one in

sounds of words like flocks of birds
synchronized while flying
in the sky, both low and high
collectively tying

consciousness, mind to mind
all becoming one -
in moments in and out of time
you and I've become

all that's left with each breath
of what has come to be
time we've shared, time we've cared
in eternity...