Never wishing to wade into too much drama As her ambulance rushes by; wailing and why.. Should one catch this spindrift adrift amid, their Churning sea these swales, of ocean tide miseries ? Zephyr's winds blowing through his shaded tree; roots Risen through the dust ever winding a maze sunlight.... She'll kiss while parting ? Her Autumn's leaves, embarking Upon their journey unto this place yet known; be they children Metaphors shimmering light pirhouetting past Polly's night ? Bright Love's blue skies tears crashing waves washed away; His northern gates.