are so alike -

his earth

my sky

I wanted

to follow him

wherever he went

 

But our paths

were so different -

he was on one

I on the other

with a line between us -

his

and mine

 

We

were one

in our soul

But

he walked

on the low peaks of the earth

And I

in the high chasms

of the sky

 

Maybe

these two paths

will turn

one day

in my poetry

so we may walk together

in the stillness of a word