I Like To Write Poetry
the winding of the
disparate path of a
you and me
began at a point
of time that years
and eons ago
was trodden by
a you and me.
those vestiges
of we traveled
on through time and
space, on different
planes in different forms
of consciousness.
that once united became
disunited and like
astral travelers unable
to reunite and reenter
their bodies, we were
unable to rejoin.
although
through the eons
we could hear the echoes
of each other calling:
"where are you?".
but then the echo
would fade and i would
only hear myself.
despite the fact that
time, in its move forward
brought our paths
to a parallel plane
and although still
miles apart, we began
the final journey to merge.
disparate path of a
you and me
began at a point
of time that years
and eons ago
was trodden by
a you and me.
those vestiges
of we traveled
on through time and
space, on different
planes in different forms
of consciousness.
that once united became
disunited and like
astral travelers unable
to reunite and reenter
their bodies, we were
unable to rejoin.
although
through the eons
we could hear the echoes
of each other calling:
"where are you?".
but then the echo
would fade and i would
only hear myself.
despite the fact that
time, in its move forward
brought our paths
to a parallel plane
and although still
miles apart, we began
the final journey to merge.