He stood and waited
as she returned
pondering a new foundation
what is otherwise the point of building
and why a fortress
when a castle can be made instead?
And tides can come and go
there's nothing stopping them
so let them flow and pass
in currents and canals
that's what that bridge is for
Splashing waves at dawn
stillness
where a stormy wind had roared
she'll stand and listen
to a quiet heart that knows
that even starry constellations
have their structures
And he is hers