Since I was somewhat still young,
I have thought of a few lives
To which my thoughts return to—

Growing much more comfortable
And mostly intimate than
I had been before or since
The time we met, when I had
Only the one idea
Of being us together.

We yearned and searched like a rose
From the ground, until the wind
Cools as the dust drifts, showing
Life—something to remember
Her by, so dancing with the
Bright flower but waving grass.

Through the conversation that
We had between us two, she
Told me, "I'd let you go out.

"You would show elegance to
Open the skies with lightning
And patient perseverance"
Then I told her, "I had to
Be more honored to meet you
Once again; as such we lived."

Then the stars turned over, so
Two lightning bolts dashed at each 
Other, like two birds before
A garden—striking the pink
Flora and flashed over it,
Like a persevering hawk.