Like threads of copper and gold

that curl and twist

as if to defy gravity

They glow as if they themselves

emitted light

and I find myself transfixed

by them,

by you and him.

Four years have come and gone

Documented and archived, each

Photographs that tell the tale

refresh the mind

rekindle the soul

and retell stories

long forgotten

by space and time

Memories of scrapes and bruises

many falls

many tears

Endless laughter

What seems like forever

lies ahead

and disappears as if blown by the wind.