Down-Up sloping paths, the clouds broken new,
Open in my fingers; blooming into two,
Walking in between a good elf and my brother,
Let them find joy, each fruiting in the other.

His laugh is washed clean by the sea-given waves,
While time gives her mind to yet more muddy grace,
So take up my gift "ease in heart's wing'd peace",
He sets my soul free as coast's rushing sea-breeze.

A spiral persists throws me back into day,
Three nights of haze shed now but to say:
Water-still surface bounced moonlight back to us;
Family love, and time spent that grew us.