AN Ocean between  them

     two egos
                               across  two lives

                                                                 two  not speaking

                         two bodies     from stone and iron
     not lichen and moss
   meadow and flower
                                              dandelion and grass

  not swimming
                    or holding   and they're not wooing in the avenue
           and it's not narrative native night
                      nor the silver smith dialogue of the truth

      but the 'cold'    deep          the       cold grey     very chilld

     colder water the  colder upper air

             between them

                   a hammer !