Upon an Island

With snow on the frame
Do you remember my true name
If things truly changed
Can either continue on the same
There’s much in the World
No view the same
Of all these accounts
All the words that could surmount
Would you remember to speak
Of a friend you once knew
With the same colors and hues
Of the first light you glimpsed
For me, I still knew
The correct way through
To say it with a chime
With wind through my mind
And the exact moment when
You stepped in
Launching ships
A harbor now closed and remote
Upon a sea dwelling race
Nautical miles away from the normal
On an island where we loved to be
With closed eyes my hands still can trace
All the memories still set in place.

Christopher Baird 2011 ©