Yin and Yang
Me and him.. Yin and Yang.
Fellow travelers in a forlorn dream..
I carried the smell of summer with me,
Of dried fruits and broken pots..
Of empty promises and bitter anticipation.
And him, the stubborn child
Of the mighty storm..
The wind at his behest,
thunder in his footsteps..
He walked with me..
Smiling at me,
That endearing ,earthy smile of his..
Drenching me from head to toe..
Wreaking havoc wherever we went
His eyes dancing a wild ,tumultuous dance..
Making my surrender complete
And i knew the shelter i was desperately
would elude me forever..
And that we would be fellow travellers,
Wandering these forsaken dreams
Till the end of time..
Till we both melt into the abyss..
But I also know that
If he were to come back
All flowery and bright ,
the sweetest of springs..
I would freeze his every nerve
evey leaf, every grain...
As the coldest of winters,
For that is who we are,
Me and him..Yin and Yang