Come walk with me

Come walk with me and hold my hand.
I will meet you at the nook where history takes a turn. 
Do you remember that long journey out of the place we called home? 
I carry memories of that migration in my viscera.
They say some can peer down the microscope and trace your roots.

I can smell that in your embrace;
That fragrant forest clearing, warmth of bonfire and the starriest night before the dawn of humankind.
I walked with you and held your hand as we entered this world of myriad possibilities.

Come walk with me and hold my hand.
Those hoary rituals of life and death, music of a bygone era, pressed flowers of precious nothings;
Each of these is born again in you and me. 
Yes they are, each single day.
I can see them all every time I look into your eyes.

Come walk with me and hold my hand
Gathering each precious memory in my hand, 
let me count these pebbles on the seashore of lapsed time
Let me breathe life into each lost moment  when I taste your skin again

Come walk with me and hold my hand.
Do not turn away from that black hole of the future. 
Don't you know of the wormhole of memory? 
It will bring us back. The very DNA that set us on this path.

Do come and walk with me.