I'm just me,
And it's taken this long
to fully know
It's all
I'll ever be.
Can we truly
reach across
to an other?
Or are we
shadows
side by side
a long
uninterrupted
dream?
Like simple
creatures
with permeable
skin,
we do merge,
we can receive
the gifts
another
gives -
Like colors
blending:
lavender or rose,
Slowly pulled away
from
murky muddy
brown.
(I know, that's how
we started,
but we worked
our colors
year after year
and here we are:
the finest shade of
emerald
anyone could
have imagined)