You are the day, I am the dawn
who lays her light across your lawn.
The gilding touch you cannot feel.
Ether’s fleeting ghost revealed.
You are the night I am star beams
caught in branches of your dreams.
Struggling for freedom, yet
returning nightly to your net.
You are the forest, I the river
Who murmurs deep and makes you shiver,
Till your darkness echoes long
within the passion of my song.
You are the sea, I the track
of Moon and Sun upon your back.
A crooked, coruscated skein
that leads you home and back again.
You are the mountain, I the crown,
of ice and snow that cool your brow.
Frozen symbiotic rime;
Your diamond till the end of time.
You are, I am, we are as two
until the world is made anew.
Till rivers turn and run uphill
And dreams of valour and free will
leach into cracked and rusted soil.
Till mountains melt and oceans boil.
Till sun is ice and moon enkindled.
Till all that was divine has dwindled.
Till Aurora snuffs her fire.
Till snow burns and all desire
descends to ash; entropy’s call.
I am, you are, my end, my all.
Many thanks yet again to my writing group for the input that helped me revise and polish this poem, and to my partner for inspiring it.