What are you but a path to myself..
We stand here, facing each other.
Mirrors unto ourselves.
I look at you and see but I
Humming my very own beat
Hither and thither and nigh
Do I sing my own song or yours?
As the notes merge,
does the song become ours?
And if there is to be one song,
is it yours that leads or mine?
Or will the new be unrecognizable in its prime?
We walk, our steps in tandem,
changing one to another pace.
We match each other in this, a three legged race
And when we hold hands,
as we do even when we don’t..
do I hold you or you me?
Are these words from me to you,
or are they mine alone?
I would not see them wander forlorn.
Our words we exchange as kisses
Flitting light from dawn through day
Imprinted, here to stay
And so we stand, shoulders aligned,
For what is mine is yours returned,
For once it is the same.