it goes

it goes

Each on a separate vector,
one seeking a soft protector,
the other desperate, for hard nectar.

At random two collide,
a single left to glide.
In the other to abide.

Alone out the backdoor,
no longer together to soar.
Self absorbed with need to explore.

Free to wander, given to roam.
Left for the earths warm loam,
alone for the seas cold foam

No longer to be culture's whore,
damp mold to the core.
Slow strong strokes for shore.

Embracing the sun’s cold,
left a broken soul sold.
Hard nectar remains bold

Moon giving all that’s warm,
never with need conform.
But, with the power to life re-form.

Nectar fallen in fear,
unknown all clear.
Soft protector rises, snarls with spear.

All done for giving,
together in life thriving.
Passion found as one, two living.

01/08 jh