One young one
Old one fresh
One seasoned one
Bright one muted
One blossoming one
Falling one erupting
One settling one
Fresh one dried
One silly one
Serious one spicy
One sweet one
Confident one cautious
One blazing one
Ash one popping
One smoky one
Quiet one chatty
One won the
One heart of
The other one
We are taking
The time to
Discover strolling through
The forests of
Each other catching
Glimpses of subtleties
Dimples and sleepy
Eyes smiles and
Curled fingers in
Repose we are
Each a tree
With trunk and
Canopy that sprouts
And eventually falls
One an oak
The other willow
One stalwart the
Other draping no
One better yet
Different in this
Forest we are
Awakening to my
Own voice recalling
You like a
Halo spinning overhead
Hovering in space
Moments after creation
You appeared from
Behind my blind
Side my new
Moon in orbit
Circling me there
Individually you are
Distinctly created to
Be your own
Sphere yet celestially
Dancing with me
Here in the
Eons drawn to
Each other wondering
Which really is
Leading and which
One is following
Life is a
Progression not a
Procession you don’t
Simply step or
March you see
Try and fail
It’s the little
Things that you’re
Not thinking about
That trip you
Up everything happens
As the result
Of something else
Take a step
Take a moment
And look back
To see how
Far you’ve already
Come then take
Sight on what’s
Next and go
Oh sweetheart we
Wont always agree
But unlike rams
On some craggy
Himalayan mountain we’re
Not taking aim
Buckling down and
Butting heads we’re
Talking albeit sometimes
In code trickling
Across wires of
Anger but if
We never disagreed
Did we ever
Really really agree
