How does the mountain thank the breeze?
How does the ocean sway,
A changed direction switched to thee
A wave who could not stay
Two mere creatures of the dust,
And one, by far, the better
Deep below the world's thick crust
With dreams matched to the letter
The icy breeze may hold the truth
Which one, unwisely, held
The other, so, had thought, 'forsooth!'
The one, too far, compelled
A ring, a wrap, of roses neat
All thorns and vines and taint
Around, around, to near defeat
One never was a saint
And so one leaves with fear and hate
After layers of mistake
Some will think it comes too late
The other one might break
But this was not to spite from one
And not in fault of thee
Nor in rashness, careless done
Mayhap one day you'll see
How in this truth, so taught by act
The withering may start
The found are far more lost, in fact
Without a place in heart
And so one says goodbye at last
To her friend, the other
Though space between their lives is vast
They'll meet in yet another