Once upon a time, when you and I were just a thought,
The velocity of our creation headed towards Earth,
A drop of this and a drop of that, mixed together unceremoniously
And the masquerade of the ancient warriors broke.
Magian holds the hour-glass, gingerly balancing the Two –
The Two they call the mind and the soul.
A mist of unsolicited thoughts, a nebula of hearts
Trails behind wondrously at the speed of imagination.
Mortals cogitate, twisting and turning the Laws.
The haze clears, and the percentages add up.
Between you and I, the distance is immense,
The journey, tedious; orbits too huge.
Oceans crossed, emptiness overcome.
This blue and white ball of life hanging in the starry night
Is not bigger than us, never was.
Resplendent entities in itself, celestial bodies of love,
We walk silently on the moon
With the charm of the lyrics that thoughts wrote,
The ‘pop’ of love, the ‘jazz’ of coherence,
The ‘rock’ of fear, the ‘rap’ of solitude.
Walk on the broken bridge of fragile wood,
Looming over the angry river, gushing.
Jingles resonating within our wavelength
Amplify the shimmer of joy,
For you and I – for You and I.