The assumed names we gave ourselves and each other.
The nights of endless hoping, waiting and wireless lovemaking,
Shared stories and screen space.
The moulding of dreams and dairy products,
Plunging headlong and expecting things to magically work.
The actual living of those magically working days and nights.
Assembling 4 kids, 2 dogs and one million elves.
Exchanging trust, love, bodily fluids and precious metals.
The unravelling of mysteries and mediocrities.
Transcending the mundane and sipping chilled beer under snow clad peaks,
Warm homegrown wine around warmer lights and melting minds.
Denying the lashing waves of ordinary lives stretched over even more ordinary days.
Sensing the finality of things while looking the other way.
Waking up on rainy rights and reaching out for moments of pleasure.
Moments that remained just pock marks over time and nothing more.
But thinking about the greater good of it all and how it would never end.
When I look back now I realise how this was our lost horizon,
Our Shangri La.