We flew over oceans of love to be together
for what seemed to us miles and
aeons

we rowed on lakes of loving to be together
with hardly anything like a bad
row

I skated on love on your hesitant pond
still you kindly let me join the rain and go
on

Then after a low cloud swept the night
you asked me not to attempt to
follow
thirst
slaked

yet I had to
try to find love where your puddle had been
but it had slowly dried up on me in a move to
mud

I rolled again and again within the crushed soil
until it seemed to me lead
washed up

ill winds blew but not ever over
oceans and aeons of tears
and drowned out calls to your land but not of
mind

now only a parted hand of mine moves
upon the face of your recalled waters
to gather the heartfelt ripples of love
in spirit
together