And our hearts were like birds,

Nevertheless tamed; but never caged.

Free in flight and living in our endless frequency of glide.

Bending time looking for a harmonious stream,

Where little wishes gather by a lone stone;

Their precious haven naked in clear waters.

Did we wade, did we dive?

Yes we did, into the docile ripples: echoes of water.

To be baptized in the devouring depths.

Sinking asunder only to lie as one,

In the bottom that is respite.

And be stoics in the tangle,

And let the ribbon drift us into any oblivion;

Into a restful place of bliss.

Where our union is embedded on the ribbon.

A poem by Tonny Wandella