What does it mean,
To want what cannot be?
To hold a snowflake
Within a living grasp,
And yet to know
That finally,
Its beauty will be lost,
Or that your blood shall freeze.
What is it,
To try to see the glowing sun
Within the depths of night,
Or shining stars at middle day
When they are hidden by the light.
Who sires conflict?
Why do we seek it so?
The mountain stream
Sees aught of conflict
In its winding path
And yet it may surmount the highest peaks
In time.
Why can one human
So disturb another
When their two souls
Are bound up
By nothing but the wind.
Power.
What of power?
From what arctic font
Does it forever issue
That it must only find
The ones with frozen blood?
I must say Dance friend,
In the sun and snow,
And see the stars at night
And know.
When the strife is ended,
That they, at least,
Will remain.
