Days Away

maybe it'll be in a kitchen
perhaps we'll pass upon a stair
politely we'll hold our bodies
with our words, be sure to take care

days away

notes you scratched on a branch with a penknife
notes of smoke in the piney air
memory unfolds like a pocketed note
I smooth it out, until it flows free and fair

days away

it's not the length of our years
nor the quantity
rather it's the depth of our time here
that can grant immortality

days away