Three

Treading paths high and low, dark and fair,
Seeking and finding our way anywhere.
Seeking not only paths, we stopped to explore.
Eyes and minds never idle, we found something more.
The man, the woman, and the dense wood meet.
Strength, depth, and breadth become three.

Man, alas, is not sinless, and destined to fall,
In the course learns that three are not one, after all.
When my soul rose from the ashes, did some vital thing slough?
Did I see too much, learn too much, and not do enough?
The truth, as our connection, found somewhere in between:
We can never be together, even when we meet.