They kept the company of spirits
For a quiet afternoon,
Wide oaken arms shielding them
From the prying sun
As they unwound the past
From perception;
Piecing together a new story
From the secret,
And the misremembered.
There were things inside them,
Things meant only for the other:
Things misplaced,
Lost,
Abandoned.
Excavating with trusting words
And gentle eyes,
They turned the aching earth
Disinterring a wonder and a life
From the company of spirits.