I am the river

and you are the channel;

Your deep pathways laid into existence

are ones I flow in, naively.

I am the observer 

and you are the painting;

Your sunken earth eyes look at me

and all of my words have been sent away on long lines tracing forgotten tracks.

I am the foreign sailor

and you are the deep existential everything;

Your being encompasses me into a vision

of only and only you.

I am the lonesome crop

and you are the seasons who change hither;

Your alterations dictate the success

of my dependent harvest.

I am the vacant home 

and you are the satisfying hearth;

Your expanding warmth and exclusive prescence 

give me, myself. 

 

I am the song bird

and you are the cage;

You hold me, hear me,

and free me.