The Shapeshifter

I am you, or are you me? Are we truly who we’re meant to be? Seemingly fluid, so unfixed The facets defining, so intermixed On the sweetest day in June I am the Lilly you watch bloom In the deep cold dead of winter You are the darkness driven splinter I shift my shape and you shift yours We set off once again into the moors But are you me? Or am I you? It has always been just us two You cannot see without my eyes I cannot exist without your lies I am blossoms, you are decay I love you more than I’ll convey We dance together wild and free But am I you or are you me? Our time together has no limit Our bond, cosmically infinite And as the ever-wandering drifter We are one as the Shapeshifter -J.A.