When I close this page
May the conversations continue
Between what maybe never was
And what maybe was never meant to be
Might that they should explore
How close, or how far
Their emotions floated, drifted
In search of a stable mooring
That they could open the faces
Of the pebbles, the stones, the oceans
Such that they could hear the music
Of a love line leaning, all pervading
Might that they ask one another
Also ask of themselves
Was there any further that we could have gone
Was there any nearer which we could have been
