How we whirled about together 
On the wings of those celestial chimes.
Only now am I left knowing 
The ever too sweet taste of folly,
With a large hole as a reminder
In the left pocket 
Of every pair of my pants.

But oh,
How we welled with surges;
That kept us waiting, burning,                  
Twisting, and turning.
All the while we whaled,
And howled madly, 
Deep into the valley
Of the Hawks and the Owls. 

Who did we believe we were
With our demand to grasp and know
All of Nature’s most grand
And preciously guarded secrets.
We were merely two souls possessed
With a desire for deep love and true wisdom.
In the end we never so much as touched 
Nor attained either, given all our efforts.
What sheer folly it was, with our every attempt
Towards all the stars we tried to collect.