All things meet their opposites, as Roses meet the thorn.
Accoladed merriment meets deep resounding scorn.
Vision of a  future bright fades as love light fails;
Bold new lands fade from grasp, lost to windless sails.

Children move into adult, beyond our beck and call;
flesh that quivered in delight shows no love at  all.
Your eyes that brought my soul to find all that's meant to be,
Now don't look my way at all and hide your heart from me.

The sea of life contains all things; beauty, love, and hate;
And opposites confound our steps toward swirling coming fate.
So we flow, on and on, to balance on the edge,
Peering through the prickly bush, so as not to breach the ledge.

Sometimes we fall to doom assured, laid in crimson sight;
Hoping for an opposite to warm our cooling night.