I heard your herald heart –
In flickered finding of your face;
I sensed your nacre’d soul,
Before I knew your numen’d name.
Who’ve you come Here to Become?
How did you find me; hiding Here?
You are me, no ? (oldest friend)
– my sweet mischief ! (a sigh’ contend)
What good to meet you, once anew;
How strangely world we’ve fumbled ‘nto…
Wanna go exploring?