By this the vow made broken, I so see it fit. To u make the oath to another. And promise ne'er more to all. The dark as it would seem has come to speak me into being. "Had there been some way, it would have been!" But nay. So now it shows. Friends may flow like rivers of the wind, carrying the seeds of our affection off in faith of fertile lands. Whence brought to find such roots to cling, to the good earth and ever pray their sins unknown. But eye to eye what seen can be their curse! The sun the light it gives, mocks them in their toils. And we who walk the forest wait. Oh wait we in the shade. One day we shath be gifted! One day we shath be blessed! And may it is gainst the way. For no seed has left to plant, no leaf doth come unfurled. As friends may float like rivers of wind, they forget it was we who blew the dandelion fuzz, and trusted them to take it.