How I wish we were of oceans
when we are of wind and fire
everlost where her emotions
in a whirlwind will transpire,
set ablaze to yearn and burn
yet to ashes flash return.

How I wish we were the fish
everflowing neath the surface
but no matter what we wish
days lay blazed inside the furnace
and through grids her hidden beam
is but yet a flickering dream.