He swims with gentle strokes to find a truth
as strings unhooked, so taught, so merged in dreams
that spiraling south to meet ocean’s youth
bring words once sought to strike decidedly.
She flows in fashion, bright flicker of flame,
and boils plasmaticly the underbrush:
black billows top gold-red petals and blame
a harsher sense which burns unseen: we hush.
They hear of high all airy shelves adrift
and draw the breaths whole heartedly to self,
with sighs these words align the soul to shift
once whisked in form surely bring endless wealth.
We stand so firm and see this love played out
from distant shade to solid words about.