We flowed together, like the sun and clouds 
That streak across the day and into night: 
These distant objects, who are only joined 
In how they make us feel, and through our sight, 
 Which is self-serving: but is, nonetheless 
 As real as life, and soft as a caress. 

We sank together, like the day that falls 
Into forgotten night, and on to dreams: 
The rain that falls upon the thirsty earth, 
That gathers, later, into pools and streams 
 To cycle back into the endless sky -- 
 We two, together, magic: you and I