distances which speak,
of minds which never met,
posing for the world,
customary and yet

we seal the fate of hearts
in molded nimbleness,
amidst world's curious eyes,
exploring restlessness

and as torrents of time,
shall wash upon our being,
we sail a wayward tide,
but into stranger seas

to dream a poet's day,
and wake a lover's night,
breathe in a halo pale,
perhaps a transient sign

hinting a life of dreams,
bestowed upon our souls,
we walk eternity,
all so unexplored.