For Aeons we
white and black; male and female; concious and unconcious
somehow communicated 'cross the great divide.
Joined, yolked, cosmically connected
like Siamese twins, born back to back
somehow seperated at birth -
maybe never to meet face to face.
The same yet also opposite
feeling the same feelings
but facing them with different spirits.
I celebrate life while you curse it -
but your pain is mine
and in a similar way my joy is yours.
I laugh as I swim in the ocean,
twirling like a happy dolphin
and feeding on the love gifted from the sun.
yet you choose to sit in your cold cell
and study the demons of the dark.
I was in that very prison long before you...
and escaped - so perhaps it is only time that seperates us...
maybe someday I will send you the key
so that you can open the cell door
leave that cursed cave
that we may swim together toward the light.
