As the light

falls,

I am once again home,

the depths of the years

weave through my bones,

I drift out and in,

just as the tide does.

The stories are in the stone and the shell,

prised away from their land.

crashing waves,

and undulated ground,

formed under vastness,

it all lurches upwards,

as time grasps onto it.

I never knew I could love the land,

I stand upon,

until they returned.

They spread the stories out

under my feet,

Carry me gently over the earth,

the world is mine and theirs,

At the edge of the world,

we breathe their names,

into the sea,

I shall hold it all in the space of time,

with the years I have yet to behold,

I will give time to them,

as they gave the earth to me,

I shall hold it all gently.