Blue turns to purple when all the red is added.
Nights are only dark when all the lights aren’t yellow.
Could it be true?
I met you,
And now we were two?
No! Scrap that..we made three,
You my moon and him my sun.
It may sound strange but it’s so perfect,
My cup only half full, without you.
So go your own way and do what you do,
but half of me follows you there with half of you.
So when I slide, you slide,
When you glide, we glide
With pride and dignity, we walk with our heads held high
Our hearts set ablaze, our minds flying.
Our days halcyon never seem slow,
Despite occasional steep plateaus,
It’s your beauty and beautiful words that fall upon my ears each night.
Talking and giggling, together as comfortable as never before,
Our lives merged and blended,
Our songs matching a crescendo,
Stronger as a force, working to overcome the others’ past.
Peering through the looking glass one day,
our future was unknown, partners without a face.
You were drown to me,
I as equally followed your scented whiff,
running across wildflowers in our wilderness,
We bounced through space and time.
Our laughter uncontrolled, our bond unmatchable,
The confused crowd before see us biased,
Perception, unlike matching gloves,
But we raised our wings,
like two glowing doves sealed by Hera and Eros
our time ticking as three mounted clocks,
in response to one another like a music box.
This poem is in response to this dedication from one so close to my heart: (Best Friends!)
