standing in the forgotten kingdom

standing in the forgotten kingdom
turning round, and facing north-

you find her; you find home.

with insolent eyes
she sees you-
tosses back her head; and laughs.
offers a welcome
that is lost to the wind

and turns and runs from you.

Footprints leave a ghost trail in the grass

you can't resist those eyes.

there is a raw pride here
a half smothered smile
an unashamed reality-
that
for a while,

Time forgot us.

and has spent forever,

catching up.