blooming daizy

I am myself
You are an enigma
I am a person of few words
You are made of words
I am light
You are darkness
I am calm waters
You are a raging tidal wave
I am the fish in the sea
You are the fisherman with a shoal in tow
I am reason
You are chaos
I am of the world
You are your own world.

You seek love in different places
Of different shapes and forms
I am love
Vital, content, sentient.
You hide from the truth
I seek the truth
You are afraid of vanishing
I long to vanish.

But, alas! We meet!

I bring in the sun
You bring in the sunshine
I am harmony
You are rhythm
I make people smile
You make them laugh.

We are of different fibers
Meant to take disparate paths
Yet, here we are
Juxtaposed!
To intertwine or to eradicate each other?
To be lost in each other’s person or
To discover ourselves through each other’s eyes?

I break into the waves.
The blades cut into the corners of a lost and forgotten world
Of tosses and turns I am so familiar with.
Adrift in this ruthless, cold darkness
That casts confusing shadows,
I always find shelter
In the mist
A silhouette of truth
I call perspective.