in seasons, like eternities,
we watched them spark and grow –
banalities are everything
when they are all you know –
or so we thought from where we sat.
our friends were deep and gone;
we judged things then quite casually –
so upper echelon
were we, that we saw nothing clear.
despite our vision grand
there was much in simplicity
we couldn’t understand.
you plan a trip, logistically,
it’s money and it’s stuff:
we somehow missed the marvel that
is two who have enough.
in seasons, like eternities,
the truth sang out at last;
while locked in our modernity,
the moment almost passed
to see and comprehend our friends
on top of Fortune’s wheel:
for love sees clearly, if not ends,
what matters and
what’s real
