I used to keep a faded picture in the box beside my bed
to remember what I was so afraid to forget.

It’s been gone for years, but my heart is clear on what it lost.
My mind knows your face by memory.

In hazy dreams, you breathe me back to life, then kiss me awake,
let me look deep into your eyes again –

            single point of connection.

Somebody we both loved, you up close and I from afar,
dies a gentle death and we share the grief.

Or, suddenly, the fatal crash stops the world for somebody
and all I can think is thank God it wasn’t you.

Here we are singing a thousand miles apart about hope
and life and resurrection, and I am one with you –

            single point of connection

In the mountains, alone, breathing in rich soil of mother Earth,
I think of this same cool wind touching your cheek.

The wind wraps around my memory of another Spring,
consoles me through the Autumn’s pain.

And there we are again, Summer and Winter embracing,
entwined by life, enveloped by love –

            single point of connection.

Point by perfect point there forms a star of promise
which cannot be undone by convenience
nor ignored in favor of expedience.

We shine – in memory or in sky, in our dreaming
or in our waking – and the light we give
is all it takes for love to live.

This our bond unbreakable, this hope’s flame
inextinguishable. Far-flung passions fuse,
meld and morph into melodic muse –

            single point of connection.