Your rhyme which tells your tale so well
inspired me to respond in kind
My rhyme took some time
Here we sit mystified wondering asking why
and we cry
We know we failed to catch the water at the fall
We tried to save it all
The places from which we came have different names
and so we both play our own game
The languages we speak are not the same
When neither wins both are fools
and it’s impossible to follow rules
Two vows of silence might induce
perhaps, a lasting truce
but blinded eyes still replay all the stories that we know
and so we have nothing new to say
One tries to see clearly things appearing
The other tries to see more clearly
the empty space between these things

When we recline, and embrace, we close our eyes
close our mouths and we fly
For a while every thing is pacified
then stomachs and minds grumble
words stumble we fumble, become humbled
Each has a lesson to be learned
The prize will be earned one day
but the reason and the rhyme
will take some time
Nevertheless know there is no random hand at play here
Though hidden from view for me and you
behind the mystery we will find something true