In country far away from thee,
There was a man who's mind explored carefree.
He used to sit alone in seashore's darkness,
And think about constraints and harshness.

On other side of land - she lived in deepest woods.
No trail, no true man's foot there ever stood.
She weaved her thoughts into a Persian rug,
And bathed at night in deepest waters with Naiad.

No match for them, no equal pair.
They were too busy running their warfare.
A jarring battle in a state of peace,
A conscious choice, not a decease.

With birds she flew above the sea one day,
With seagulls, cormorants and osprey.
He saw a glimpse of someone's hair,
But yet, he deepen in despair.

She saw a man, who looked demean.
And to fly closer was she keen.
On rock, behind the tree -
Her wings were rested with a key.

Man saw her once, the statue's silhouette,
And traits of trust he suddenly beget.
No words, no sounds was spilled in silence,
Their foreheads slightly touched - compliance.