MY DREAMER ,HE WEAVES THE WESTERN TUNE, WHILE MY HEART SINGS IN ORIENTAL MONSOON.
so far away, she eagerly awaits me, from such a distance, easily captivates me.
HE IS A BIRD FOR EVERY SEASON, I HAVE MY WINGS CLIPPED IMPRISON, HE IS THE RESCUER TO MY PRISONER.
Her eyes i've seen on a computer screen, indulgent Brown, inducing rapturous dream.
MY DREAMERS READY TO HYPNOTIZE, WITH CARIBBEAN BLUE EYES, OH HOW THEY PROBE FROM ACROSS THE GLOBE.I RETIRE TO BED WITH COOLING AIR-CON, HE LAY FREEZING WITH HEATERS ON.
The gulf of time and distance between, when i'm gettin' dirty, she's gettin' clean, to live a life of such flip-side, same planet just different stops on the ride, almost comparable to a soul alive, or one who died, eating healthily or food that's fried, such is our difference, a bit like free or tied.
HE OWNS THE PATIENCE AND CALMNESS OF A RIVER, WHILE MY MIND IS FURIOUS AND AGITATED LIKE A TAXI DRIVER, HE'S A TOP CLASS CHEF, WHILE I MERELY GET CHINESE DELIVER, HE DRINKS THE STRONGEST RUM, WHILE I DON'T IMBIBE A DROP, NO NONE.
she's like heads an' i resemble tails, or a winner against someone who fails, she's a plane flying free to my train that needs the rails.
HOT AND COLD, YOUNG OR OLD, SHY VERSUS BOLD, TO TELL OR BE TOLD, I am silver, she pure gold.
she's the surf and i'm the sand, always reach for each others hand.
I am a ghostly shade of white, while she shimmers dark cinnamon glow, i'm the creature of the night, she an angel, replete with halo, i am madness and all out fight, she prefers hugs and holding tight or maybe it's as simple as peanut butter or jello, or you say goodbye and i say hello. Beatles or stones, rags and bones, beanbag or throne, like a right handed person, or a left handed clone.
LIFT ME FROM THE DARK, SILENCE CERBERUS' BARK, ENLIGHTEN MY DREAMS, ALL THAT HE DREAMS.
RATHER A SONG FROM A LARK, SANG TIL WE CARK', I WISH TO HOLD HIM 'TIL DEATH DO US PART.
she' a cat and i'm a dog, a beautiful princess to an ugly frog.
i'm like the ying and she's my yang, my words only written while hers is sang, her songs soothe me like nurses, stop me falling apart, HIS PURE VERSES BREAK THE CURSES INFLICTING ON MY HEART.
The good old saying,'that opposites attract' The pull between the two, they're bound to contract then two parts can become a whole intact!
This was written for Tracies Opposites Attract collaborative contest,
written in conjunction with John Ovan Hull, who wrote the pieces in small letters.