sans meter, sine die
so here i came to be part of your story
to learn by your river the length of your cast
to shed our skin in the sweet afternoon shade
to sip the other's wine in the long shadows
had there been less fear of the moment to come
we might have tried harder—but now we are here
pushing out from the bank, to cast, sine die
free falling, spread wide, entering the unknown
i believe love's arc, well cast, will never end
but oh for a day exploring your mountain
and a night to be your trout for the taking
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