It is a tunnel
A telescope
A path across a vista
A route map for correspondence
And communication
Between lovers, and lovers of life
It is a train
An aeroplane
A ways, and a means
Of moving, from here, to there
And back again
For lovers, for lovers of life
It is a stream
A river
A never ending flow of cool water
From the source, to the sea
All around the cycle
As with lovers, as with lovers of life
