near the end of things,
we went together, we two:
 and all was quiet.
  yet below the near surface
  a great mystery remained 

she sings the trees glad
as a tune from a far time
 sung out to those ears
  that grow not from a gene's code
  but from a heart's search for song 

nothing like driftwood
enters into her planned world
 where all things are linked
  she finds to her great surprise
  the lost and disconnected

earth, sky, and water
stretching across their wonder
 one more far journey
  at least taken together
  and enjoyed for what it is

beside such splendor
we may feel somewhat chastised
 with all our frailty
  exposed by time's great forces
  as the frauds we often are 

  but maybe wonder
  is the path to salvation
 coming now to see
being small is okay when
we use even that wisely

wander, now, my heart
go out to the unknown world
 find your adventure
  denied within this safety
  a castle that's more a cage

in the oolong days
we sat serenely facing
 our uncertainties
  overcame us though in time
  as our drinks grew cold and still

sunflower pasture
sunlight and warmth manifest
 felt there together
  though different in meaning
  as temperaments lead to

between capturing
and treasuring, there is
 all the difference:
  one values the collecting,
  the other collects value