Two eager travelers set out from home,
One from the East, the other from West;
Carrying only a cheery world in their breast,
Till their fates crossed in the ocean’s foam.

Here a reason the wanderers found to stay;
Knew they well when flitting together,
Without one, there would be no other
And yet, each should soon go their own way.

One seeks to kiss the ends of the bluest sky,
One only to touch the magic of darkest night;
Where one’s path ends, the other takes flight,
They may be grey when in foam again they lie.

Two true travelers now too far from home,
One from the East, the other from West;
No cheery worlds allow them any rest,
In search of the other, they forever roam.