To no more hunt for the horizon,
to not be breathing out of reach.
Is to be here with that one person,
is to be both and part of each.
It does reward the restless past,
it turned around the searching light.
A satisfaction deep and vast,
to safely climp up any height.
When that one turmoil that was me,
now resting its most seeking eyes.
It might at times be clear to see,
what grows in other's inner lies.