Foliage, nuage.

I think I am the clouds
I think you are the trees

I am the sky’s forest
You are the Earth’s mist
Both sails to arts without rest

And we both quench our thirst
To the same winding stream
Wordlessly carrying magic

Through cities, through heights
Through chasms, beaches, ruins
Through pain, and through nights
Through rituals, and the undoing
Of itself, in spiralling lights

And by this river we met
Both, carried by a breath,
Maybe the same,
Me descending in shooting stars
You soaring in your sunlight dress.

Timidly we waited by the side
For the other creature to unhide

Oh, I remember your face
The first time it became alive.
Suddendly everything was alight,
Golden, and warm. In a damp field
I felt my soul, at last, healed.

Of tempestuous vibration I light up
Of maternal calm you are blessed
And a lit candle’s always left
To never abandon any wayfarer
Roaming lost this wide empire.

I was one, and found your haven,
Your little, cosy, Earthly heaven.

My roots are to float away
Your roots are to stay.
So it seems.

I’ll never break your bark,
But, hopefully, will return
As warm summer rain
With exotic blue yarn
To knit stories anew.

All the nightly sounds
Endure in the heart
As part of its new chant
In an emptied husk

We discovered a truth
Moved by different airs
We sail together if we choose
To let go of the idea of twos.
Petals, to the same flower.

There, the winds have changed
It’s a long eternity, now.