Knowing You

Try as we might, it's just us tonight,

putting our shoulder to future goals,

patching in bruised spirit holes,

biting off our wilting tongues.

I doubt even the daughter of suns,

with her tender sunbeam sight

and miraculous compass of right,

could hold me together for very long.

Yet true as dreams, I know I'm wrong,

since even inchworms crawl forward;

and in case you haven't heard:

You will never un-know me, try as you might.