And what
When something
Happened would
I would
You you
Be there
Or would
I I
Just I
What happens
To us
When we
Is gone
And what
When something
Happened would
I would
You you
Be there
Or would
I I
Just I
What happens
To us
When we
Is gone
And in
Life if
You listen
You discover
You not
A cookie
Cutter cut-out
Of someone
Else and
Then you
Might meet
Him as
Oddly shaped
As you
And that
Your edges
While not
Precise do
Fit in
A way
That brings
Together a
Picture that
When seen
By others
Is beautiful
You realize
Your own
Oneness that’s
Now twoness
You are
My tune
My melody
I hum
Your song
When I’m
Alone you
Are my
Harmony and
Dissonance my
Octave and scale
My symphony
We’re caught
In the
Middle somewhere
Between night
And day
Not the
Ocean or
Mountains not
The plains
Or the
Valleys we’re
Not negative
Or positive
And we’re
Definitely not
Zero what
We are
Is us
Life is
Not black
And white
It’s colorful
We see
Colors dream
In colors
Wear colors
Ooo and ahh
At colors
And so
Are we
We’re all
Colored even
Stained it’s
Called kaleidoscope
Once you
Peek inside
Nothing is
Ever black
Or white