Wayward winds blowing, centrifugal,
Within the sense of detachment, distance and proximity,
A heart becomes penetrable, a companion in flight,
Simple sitting upon a rooftop, noontime napping,
A fox unaware, sleepy and lazy, unburdened by the world,
Seizing upon the essence of a multitude of experiences,
Centripetal, unbiased and loving, releasing foul air,
Objects becoming that for which they were created,
Through time and patience, the variety of seasons and weather,
Nostalgic reflections upon moments anticipating grandeur,
Splendid innocence amidst squalor and violence, children petting a wolf,
The beauty of slow moving black and white images, shadows and light,
Candles wasting away illuminating, two in number,
The effervescence of shared experiences accumulating,
Unguarded moments of eternity within uncloistered lives.