somehow,

somehow, among these wet cobbled stones, i feel your presence, even though i’m so alone.

somehow, though we’re eons apart, i feel a freshness tonight : : : the gift of restart.

somehow, peering ‘nto the gothic hole, i feel you, in your glory, restoring my soul.

somehow, in this cold, somber dew, i feel centuries of heart-broken men…

and yet, i feel you.