The waves rise and fall
Without caring who listens
As foam skims the beach.

Droplets hit the ground
Making only a calm sound
While the clouds still cry.

Even the oldest tree was young,
Before words were written on his tongue.
His branches reached to touch the sky
Even as man let axes fly.
Then Demeter wrote to me
About all life he got to see.
Although new leaves hold different truth
We all vary in our youth.

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
I won’t recall the grudges we could hold
Or those embarrassing lies we once told.
I’ll forget about the tears I would weep
For a man I thought I could never keep.
Several times I’d think you had grown too cold
In younger years when your anger was bold.
Happiness I never imagined we’d reap
Now resides on a bond like ****** steel.
We have different pieces of the same scars.
A loyal knight in fierce armor and kneel
Four times nice, thrice as old, and twice as real.
Together always like the reigning stars
Only fire can describe the way we feel.