Perspectives

Of the gentle war

And the cruel love

Of the blind betrayal

And the mild belief

Of the dark cloud

And the faded moonlight

Of the mad sanity

And the regular eccentric

Of the painful sob

And the faint smile

Of the strong dislike

And the weak passion

Of the cozy frost

And the shivering warmth

Of the ideal gibe

And the awkward hug

Of the long gospel

And the short sight

Of the wet sun

And the dry rain

Of the harsh censure

And the soft acceptance

Of the brazen knowledge

And the shy wisdom

Let us not be extinct in the former

But live in the footprints of the latter

For the ocean knows that the drops are not lost

But grow onto making itself.