We both dance under the same blue sky,
You and I,
We walk the same roadways,
Though on different lands,
We swim the same seas,
Though on different worlds,
Yet when we rise from the depths,
And our feet feel the sand,
We are together in the spirit for which we were born.
We sing the same songs,
You and I,
We hum the same tunes,
Though in different keys,
We sway to the same rhythm,
Though in different directions,
Yet when we move in our own intention,
And the purpose of our hearts is revealed,
We are united in the singular force that we have uncovered.
Love is like that, for those who see,
Like you and I,
The grammar is not always perfect,
The words are not always spoken,
But the truth remains the same.
In the end the days may fade away,
The clock may strike its final call,
And those who thought us weird, or reckless,
Or strange in our devotion,
Will know our truth as real.
There are no chains that could hold,
You and I,
This love is like a wind that the eagles use to soar,
Like a rain that washes the mud away,
Leaving diamonds to glitter in our evening sky.
There are no mountains too high,
For you and I,
When we make love you will know my truth,
As my skin falls away, leaving my heart bared to no one but you,
Our souls embracing in solemn harmony.
You shall see, my great love,
That as the Sun sets on another day,
There was nothing we need do but surrender.
Surrender to the truth,
To the echoes the gods have spoken in our souls,
As nightmares are forgotten by the dreams our bodies share,
Give it all up to love,
To the great possibility we have remembered and know so well.
Out beyond that final day,
There will still be you and I,
I will love you beyond my mortal bounds,
You will hear me whisper in the rays of sunlight that caress your tender skin,
You will feel me in the dew that washes your tired feet,
And your ecstasy will rise once again,
To meet me somewhere between our heaven and our hell.
This much I am sure,
That though you may be still a figment of a figment of a dream,
I love you.
And though you may yet an unwritten poem in the heart of a dreamer like me,
I love you.
You reside in the feeling that cascades over my entirety,
That rattles me to the very core of who I am,
Shakes my bones until they nearly turn to dust,
And awakens me from the deepest sleep as if to say,
“’Tis not your time to dream.”
That is what we are,
You and I.
In the tears that stream down my face,
Your image appears.
In the dreams of a soul yet to surrender to the thought of us,
My voice resounds.
And together shall we be, even if only as a dream,
In every breeze, in every moonlit winter’s night,
In every breath we breathe.
It’s always
You and I.