there upon the ocean moves
an endless dance of waves
a plain of peaks and rising grooves
filled pockets of azure enclaves
so too one finds far inland
that lake that place of peace
as unlike stretches of coastland
whose gilt edges never cease
both blue to eye
both sweet to ear
each shows the sky
sings songs for yearning us to hear
to swim in the arms of each
is cool embrace and light relief
moon-pulled sisters seek to teach
a way away from swallowing grief
but one is false
while one is fair
one spins a liar’s waltz
the other love’s lost prayer

how to tell the truth
this question begs of us
that in these days of naked youth
we might find life and live and thus…
we must bend forth pressing lips
drink deep from each her offering
till shivers from head to fingertips
divine the difference of their proffering
and in this way we come to know
what fruit does fall from each vine
a withering death or a cause to grow
for one is beauty the other brine