• loves memory has traced our out line in this place. but will the spider remember, or the sun? did the water capture our faces in permanence? does the wind create us a new as it blows?did the shadows from the trees record our passage beneath them? Our secret has been relieved. yet i have told no other. i write these words in silence. in mute testimony to what once was. but our image remains alive in this place. it can not be removed. you, me,we then were here. we saw the day and hoped for tomorrow.we caught a brief glimpse of loves promise. we were not liars but thieves of time.yet our memory lingers, and love remembers us in this place that was once ours.