Names and Dreams

We walked arm and arm
but we couldn't speak

The dark
enfolding us on our path
Our love
shining bright

At night
the ice weasels come

It was then I spoke to you
and over the times we shared
our words exchanged
you and I

And I realized
I had become a film
screened in the seventies
with flaws
missing frames

And I suppose some could be proud
that they could name
all the actors

But I didn't remember anyone
and just enjoyed the story

And you