Yours forever sets out to sea.
The river watcher sees a reflection in the streams of consciousness.
And the demanding the players.
And the child who won’t accept final answers.
The dreamer has a realization.
The wayward maiden grapples with the most difficult question.
Yours forever seeks a more perfect union.
“I dream of what I know," thought the thinker.
“Why?,” pled yours forever.
“I clutch it tight,” said the wielder.
The dreamer, rapt within.
The thinker mused, “Is God—for me—a higher understanding?”