Circles

The curving of the stream
The Moonlit path
The furtive tears
Dashed away
By the mistral
Hailing winter’s rain

The escape, to flee
What binds the heart
Finding stillness
In the chase

To know not
And know all
To fall and rise
Hand in hand

Reaching
Holding
Releasing
Coming around again

The water and the moonlight
The stream racing to the ocean
Running to the edge
Finding its whole