In her I saw the mystery danger sadness elation the large world November 16 1997 Though time it seems at times to lend itself in full and who knows it least knows least the heart mends slowly when tomorrow s have ceast How Does one wave farewell to send away for four months and eight together East though so far apart When Does one depart I ask Last word last wave last letter The heart knows better the stone that sinks so quickly The mind pictures taken of first encouters The throat a struggle to swallow sweet sadness Perhaps a hardened heart is wise I suppose a year passes more slowly if 50% is not the measure of affection My sadness swelled as I saw how many sands the hourglass will drop until we greet by recalling goodbyes