From unending longing rises
the real occurrence like fountains
timely and quivering falling.
But then in the deep lies the glitter,
our otherwise hidden feelings.
shown in the dancing tears.
Throwing the coins of abandon
ruffles the water for moments
and circles fade out into smoothness.
Yet hard stays the value in coinage
of bargains, of cost and of waste,
a gloss in the depth of the hours,
a toss with the luck of an instant.
