To reject one is to reject all
For within the mad happy throng
A piece of you floats
Like a note
Walks within a song
If they are too far gone to help
Then your best has been lent
If they are just like you
In you
Then everything must be spent
Love's faucet pangs dry
With the aches of a cracked river bed
To the mountain
You must fly
To melt the ice head
As you cascade from your best
In places of ease
You will see
You're sent
To appease
There is a yearning to be fertile earth
And a longing to roam soar
Love intersects
Love course corrects
So your flesh will long no more