like waterfalls
unseen
in ages
the vines
wrap
the sides
of the mountain
where the water
flows
down
into her ocean
where the waves
crash
into his
rocky shoreline

if the two could
meld
if the two could
calm
themselves
break away
the fine line
how sweet
the resurection
would be
the penetration
already barely
tolerable

she dips her foot
near the pool
collecting
rainwater
and waterfall
kisses
she runs her hand
alongside her
body
looks up
the sun beating
down
yet softly
touching
her bare breasts
she slowly
enters
feeling the cool
crispness
of the water
taunting her skin
her nipples
taught
remembering
fridged times
of less
splendor
she cups herself
gently and walks
further in
the pool
welcomes
her
every step

he walks along
the rocky shoreline
looking at the rocks
looking for fossils
remnants
of the past
remembering he was
a piece to be
saved
remembered
carved in a heart
once so warm
passionate
longing
he walks on
throws the small stone
into the water
it ripples across
skipping
like the beat of his heart
with one final heavy end

the clouds will come
they will gather
above
dark and heavy
until they have had
their fill
of this
and the rain will come
it will fall
upon naive souls
who baske in it's glory
as if they could
possibly understand
the circle
the cycle
the way it is meant to be

since the beginning of time
the longing will go on
the vines will grow
the seeds will fall
some will make wine
others wreaths to hang
on doorways
still others will
only rip and tear them away
to make something
more
more than this
that they find pleasant
fulfilling

and the journeys go on

he beauty, innocence
gone
his strength
gone
in the eyes of time

myself, i prefer the wine
myself, wreaths are so easy to make
myself, have little strength left
or room
to make for something new

and this,
this was really all i wanted
anyway

how i long to see
the sea
how i long to be
set free
how her skin tempts me
to show
how his strength
i'll never know
will make all the difference
in this world
should time
give up
on me