Barren fields without a clasp
How treasured Flowers are in barren grasp
Growing reminders of the strength of life
Stems despite an indifferent midwife
Slumbering solders within us lay
somber sentries on full delay
and water whisper widens way
pent up gushing here to say
the golden moments that between us lies
frozen in amber measured thrice
though time forever may never tie
droplets precious under honey skies
mind and body, whiskers, soot
distance is just an illusion too
and here we are, for me and you
sample profane with the truth