Wind Touches Water

A Poem About Uranus & Neptune

Hunter Dowell

The delicate intricate spaces intertwine,

They circle with the intensity of the sun,

The sun controlling nothing uncommon.

They sing to each other.

Telling nothing of wealth.

They talk of something unreal, but

Nothing insincere.

Wind has the sense but no heart,

The water has color in emotion

And a heart of gold

They talk of each other,

Being found of each other

Not knowing their fate.

The wind brings up the water

Forcing her in the winds grasp.

They kiss the delicate earth sweeping over it

Winking at the moon.

They sing and dance joyfully,

Over each breathe

They relate at some degree

Knowing all the rest.

They have the crystals,

But all not knowing

The mirror and sword

Each, talisman alive!

They suffer a great lose

But then live to kiss the light.

They all know now one too another

The will they suffer!