I am waves upon your shore, she begins,
dashing myself against you, constant.
I am undertow, says he.
Succumb or be pulled under.
See me in every tree, she replies,
leaves trembling to see your face.
I am the moon o’erhead, he replies,
watching for your every move.
I am the dispersing wolf, she says, traveling
a thousand miles, separated from the heard.
He answers in a howl- I am wind.
I know exactly who you are.