Transfer Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Can promise friendship fresh personnifies
transfer from level ground to penthouse steep,
skim surface whim, or [b]rim vast wave as deep
and high as a tsunami which defies
all in its path, searching to emphasize
emotions' drive, all obstacles must leap?
Will [n]one these words recall or shall both keep
in heart and soul a part? the whole? though flies
Fate’s double hand whose grim date none denies
although some days may snail-trail, seem to creep
unwilling to their one-way dungeon keep?
Is one alone, or may two empathize?
Is this base transfer case, or skein once sown
on which two dangle while Time’s scythe rusts prone?