two souls stared out into the sea
silent among the sifted sand
searching for answers in the dark

it never occurred to bring light
or come by during the day
as if the sun could clear their sight

clouds uncovered the waxing moon
but half way through its travels
a faint glimmer rested there

through speech circles are wound
this they knew of the short years
so quiet was the bond kept

only waiting of the eyes
a hope of catching the hidden hope
their hearts had yet to know