QUOTE : Pictures form and dissolve in my head:<br />we are walking in a city<br />you fled, came back to and come back to still<br />which I saw once through winter frost<br />years back, before I knew you,<br />before I knew myself.<br />We are walking streets you have by heart from childhood<br />streets you have graven and erased in dreams:<br />scrolled portals, trees, nineteenth century statues.<br />We are holding hands so I can see<br />everything as you see it<br />I follow you into your dreams<br />your past, the places<br />none of us can explain to anyone.