It’s only after returning
to the here and now,
can I realise
where I have been.

Once the ticking clock
tap tap taps again
on my restlessness,
do I know
that, for that moment,
I was there.

Having travelled
to that glorious land
named love.
Where time and space
are not invited,
thought firmly banished,
and all control
flung to the breeze.

Where for however long,
we just were.

And there
was nowhere else,
we had to be.

(Poem taken from Beyond the Falling)