The Fray

We Two

And in the stream, beneath the wild waterfall
Shoeless, she wades in icy current’s flow
And sways to music of the Mayfly’s ball
And the fish that dance with the cawing crow.
She forgets the tears, the struggle, the wound.
Down stream, he casts the line’s feathered fly
In concentric circles, swirls round and round
And only rising fish and the osprey’s cry
Relieve the sorrow of the morning’s fray,
A battlefield littered with broken dreams.
The water’s edge, a healing place to pray.
A respite from ripping apart the seams
Of love’s fabric. A chance to merge again,
Two hearts, two minds, two souls, two lives, amen.