Two Strong Winds
Two strong winds are blowing
and they've howled the long night through.
The one has brought me to this place
and the other brought me you.
We hold each other tightly
for a moment or a year
till our arms grow weak and weary
and we've had our fill of fear.
Then a sudden shifting of the gales
and your fingers slip away.
You disappear into the dawn
as it brightens into day.
I know your wind's capricious
and it blows in gusts and gales.
My wind is slow and steady
but its currents fill my sails.
At times our winds may intersect
and we hold each other fast
but soon the winds again grow strong
and the intermission's past.
Then one day the winds grow old,
less prevailing, less intense.
We wake up in each other's arms
and the winds at last make sense.