Two Birds
You are who you are.
I am who I am.
Two different birds,
Soaring separately,
Who always seem to cross paths.
You sing your own distinct tune,
While I sing mine.
Though, our songs seem to ironically harmonize.
Sometimes our meetings lead to a crash.
But somehow, the winds carry us gently back.
You have your life.
I have mine.
Nevertheless, our lives seem to intertwine.
Some may call this fate,
Others, a coincidence.
But through the years of coexisting
I could not picture how my life would be
If the wind had never carried me back to you.
Years and years of denying,
And months of seemingly trying,
I can now confidently say that your presence is meant to stay.
Whatever lesson our meetings are supposed to teach me,
I am ready and willing to learn.
Deep down I know, this, will resolve itself.
But for now, we are just two separate birds
That will somehow, someway, someday connect.
Then we will sing our unique songs harmoniously,
And fly into the depth of the ocean sky,
Together.
Copyright © Lauren Mccoy | Year Posted 2010
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