OK,
Many moons under the nothing night
Pondering where and what my love is
Seen going in opposite directions
Approaching
Re-uniting in a ring spinning
Keats on a pond
Bending timelines
One minute up
One minute out
The energy of a slight move
Bending one way then another
Wandered intent, gliding flat toward sound
Stealing a moment to approach her
Wary and joyous to kiss