When I see you,
I see the things that are me,
and I see things that aren’t.
We share so much and yet,
It is the things we don’t,
that give charge to the spark.
I often wonder why and how,
What scribed the roads you’ve walked?
What days have dawned and passed and set?
What fights you’ve left unfought?
And in the dark what spins your mind,
and weaves into your dreams?
If I could see your first light thought,
Would it reflect my own?
So when you look at me,
what image do you see?
Sometimes I almost wish I knew,
and then maybe I don’t.
If I was all of you, and you of me.
What would there be to wonder?
What would there be to seek?
How could we leap into the new,
and touch the sharp unknown?
If you and I were of one mind,
that edge would never hone.
Life would leak and seep and drain,
And fade in knowings dawn.