A walk down the aisle, then one giant leap Two bound together, a trust running deep With heads in the clouds, floating on air, They forget all their troubles, all of their cares Til he pulls out a ring--a load off his back But with no strings attached, their world cuts to black What were they doing?

Come all, come all, those who are thirsty. Though if your name is Bart, you might want to be careful.

I welcome royalty, but certain kinds of hermits are welcome, too. Beware, I need some moisture to sustain me, but water is my enemy.

I have rings, but no fingers. I orbit, but never wander. What am I?

I swell beneath the moon’s cold gaze, Retreat, return in measured ways. I change the shore, the mind, the year, A rising force both far and near. You feel me shift in blood and wave, The cyclic pull you cannot save.