Years Made Out of Water

IN YEARS made out of water have we spent 
Our days on thoughts of things impermanent; 
We've wasted energy and time and space  
On stuff both overseen and underwent. 

We have had moments true and pure in grace: 
The words spent life-to-life and face-to-face 
That spread inside the two of us like wings -- 
The flying times of wonder and embrace. 

But still, though time flows by, my cold heart sings: 
Not for the past, but what each new days brings, 
The hopeful loving times we can give vent 
Discovering respect's untiring springs. 

  In years made out of water we sail on; 
  For tears will come one day, one waiting dawn.

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