Lagrange Poem by James Long II

In the golden age of memories
We were as ships in harbor
And all our journeys seemed to end
And we had found each other.

But soon the tides had bade us hence
Adventure called us forward
And part of me, in you, departed
We danced to higher order.

And now you stand a little taller
Your skin browned by strange suns
Your hair fragranced with foreign seas
Your eyes now deeper ones.

And I found moons and starlit fields
Made beds of orchid chimes
Wald mountain tops with faerie folk
Seduced by colder climes.

But still I feel, my foreign friend
The harmony of you
And dream of days when once again
The one unites from two