to catch a drop of water
to change its chosen path
deflects where it was needed
altering how it lasts.

it will one day return
into the cycle it belongs
bringing with all the stories
that it has forgone.

it adjourns amongst its peers
sharing its life over the years
revealing the beauty and horror
of all our hopes and fears.

its seen the effort to maintain
just how things are
and also seen this effort
not getting very far.

its seen the disrespect
and lack of understanding
unwillingness to change
has killed us where we're standing.

it cannont change our choice
to do this to ourselves
it weeps of hope and fall tears
in attempts to break our spell.

it knows and sees its influence
and importance beyond our years
it lives within a system
it cannot change its gears.

to catch a drop of water
to hold it precious and true
will hopefully secure a place
meant for me and you.

He is the sun and the moon,
a cycle of hope and light
fading into elluminated night.
Every day,
"we cannot be."

His day lights the possibility,
touching, dreaming, not forsaken.
But during the night we're awakened.
Reminded,
"we cannot be."

The sun is warm and bright,
forcing the darknesss into retreat.
The moon's shadows signals our defeat.
Fighting,
"we cannot be."

The day for me to leave is coming,
and more time is spent with the moon.
The sun no more, no time to swoon.
Accepting,
"we cannont be."

He is the sun and the moon,
oil and water, never mixing.
Two elements beyond coexisting.
Deciding,
"to be."

He is my sun and my moon,
my inconceivable truth.