When we meet

Thumbnail image is of a William Morris design

Is it good to find a pattern? If you think that you can stick to it. Well no you don’t. Well that’s all right, let’s let it go, love. There’s no need to be so tight, is there? Is there a need to be tight now?

When we meet and play that’s how we make a new thing up. That’s how we join our forces. It’s how the lava meets the ocean’s cold. And how the things turn into gold. When we meet, when we meet, when we meet.

You and I from such diverse sides of the world. We held ourselves apart to make a gap and charge. I’m too bored to tell the story over again. And I know you know the feeling of trod territory. We’ve been over it, over it so many times. As in, how did we get here? How did we get here? As if that holds some hope for how we’ll get out. As if it holds some hope for how we will get out.

But that’s out of scope, that’s out of scope, let’s let it go. It’s hard to just throw the whole thing off a cliff even if you want to see a really big splash. Even if you want to see how the heavy limbs sink, before they rise to float again. It’s all driftwood, it’s driftwood. And you know it will float up on somebody’s shore, with a story to tell them, written in its core, in the lines of its life, in the lines of its life.

We have no need for it anymore, do we? We have no need for it anymore, I know you feel it too.

Standing here in the wind with you, you and me, and the tall grass silvered in the sun. Standing here let’s let it go, together you and me. We are the two pieces who can let it go into the sea. We are the two parts, two halves of the valentine. Folded down the center. I would be yours. Will be mine? I will be yours. Will you be mine? All over again? All over again, like it never even happened? If I met you for the first time today, I would want to be together with you forever. Just like we are now.

I’d rather be a little closer this time. I’d rather not lose our minds. I’d rather stay hand in hand. And together hold the land. I’d rather stay side by side. I’d rather recognize every form of you, no matter what shade or hue. I’d rather remember it’s you in any shape you take. In any way you vibrate. If it’s all the same….

I’d rather remember who we are this time. I’d rather keep your hand in mine. I will be yours again…will be mine? I will be yours again. Will you be mine? I will be yours again. Will you be mine?