You'll Be Back For Yourself

You’ll come for yourself eventually,
walking backwards from the future
or flying up behind like a mighty wind.

The timeless thread that runs you through
will shimmer overhead, ruffle your hair,
leave a silky line for you to follow.
You, the wake to her ship.

Or in the distance you might see her,
recognise the walk, the tilt of head,
the way she stands waiting patiently, for you
like a lighthouse—still, but clear.

Whether from the future or the past
you’ll come for yourself,
and you’ll know it, and you’ll know her,
and you’ll know all is well.