The Ring

The ring with all its endless turns
Seems to tell of two.
Perhaps a promise made in love.
Friendship held that grew.

Twas on a silent summer’s eve
That he timidly took a knee
And asked the question his heart held back
On former nights as these.

No thought she gave when her reply
Echoed through the glade.
Her soul had answered, taken flight
No witness to forbade.

To reason why these two exchanged
Those endless silver bands,
Exceeds all logic this world holds
Two similar grains of sand.

Dance within the circle drawn.
Never step outside.
Melded hearts and open minds
Passion as their only guide.

Quest and quiet evening passed.
Mornings wrapped in down.
Whisperings of taboo’s snapped.
Two voices heaven bound.

The music played and on they danced.
Lost in each other’s grace.
Then tenderly two leaned to kiss
The circles edge erased.

Beyond the lines so carefully drawn
These two explored their bond.
Laughter, passion, wonders grew
Till need for touch they longed.

A dream they shared until the day
The storm of jealousy blew.
And with those tiny stones they tossed
They woke from one as two.

She ran the fields of grasses tall.
Then in her head she heard,
“My ring is off, I break the bond,”
And so her wings were furled.

Two circles sketched in shifting sand.
Side by side they stay.
One smooth grain is all they share
The others blown away.

Hidden deep and out of reach
A silver band still lives.
It’s endless curves and dreams of two
Holds hope for souls amiss.