A Matter Of Flow
She and I
What shall we become?
Lovers that turn to one?
Or Lovers on the run?
Scared of the possibilities of what we could become
Young and full of dreams
But, aren’t we like the streams?
She has my attention
She’s… seen
Although we’re different paths,
We flow to the same ocean
Coming from the same river
Incongruous motion
Unless she’s having these thoughts
Her and I will only be
A dream
A mist, from the stream
“Our [love] is one for the books, for the poets to draw new inspiration from, one to silence the cynics, and one to humble us by reminding us of how little we know about human beings, about ourselves.”
