My World and Yours I am of the desert, you of cultivation Simplicity to me, to you is desolation Heat, thirst, and agony I seek out on vacation While you look for elegance and quiet restoration. I am of the ocean, you are of the shore You want fewer waves, I manufacture more You like tranquil bays, I love the rollers’ roar In me, a wild emptiness; in you, a quiet core. While I am like a stream, you are like a lake I babble over boulders, you reflections make I rush forward heedlessly, as bones and branches break You part before the piercing bow and then absorb the wake. That such extremes should not be mingled might seem elementary But love can make the wildest contradictions complementary.
Posted on: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 11:59:08 +0000
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