Let me tell you a story
without making it boring
of two lost souls that were one once
that again found each other
after much exploring
they belonged to a group of vagabonds
nothing to bound the lot
but their glance found each other
and that sight both never forgot
he was hers, she was his
each fitted totally in the other's heart
wrote in the same way, rode along the same way
what could ever take them apart
she fed him with her sweetness
he took all of it, mixed it with him, and fed her back
she cherished his sight, he dived in her
hand in hand they created this pottery,
that could never crack
she was with him in his every step
be it at home, or in a far away land
still oblivious of such a treasure he possessed
this sense of oneness, he could never understand
one day he wandered off without her
he found some other travelers like him
she waited for him to come back
slowly the sun went down, light became thin
he finally came back and found her
with a box that played a fine tune
something dusted him in that detour
something he'd rue for his rest of his life
if he didn't shake off that dust soon
but the dust had blinded him already
the blurred vision made more sense then
he broke the box and her heart
he could only frown and she crying in the rain
when the dust started to burn his eyes
he rubbed them hard, only then it became clear
when he finally looked around frantically for her
forget the sight, even her smell wasn't any near
he couldn't cry, he couldn't laugh
just rode on the waves of her thoughts
remembering when he couldn't contain her
the pain never let the wound clot
days and years pass by in a blink
he still waiting for her with hopes very grim
without any maps, without any clue
the vagabond still drifting
looking for the chipped out piece of him
her memories weakened him,
the possibilities sickened him
all he could do those times were
remain high on the clouds and dream
during a nuptial season, he had a hazy vision
the red colors of the nature giving him a sign
he saw her right in front of him
he knew it wasn't real,
but it didn't stop him from trying
he dug the thought tree, and reached its root
found it was sucking all the juices
he took a big axe and tore it down
no prejudice, no slavery, no truces
as soon as he cut the tree
on the spot, a fountain of the elixir sprouted
he drank till he was content
then he exclaimed with joy and he shouted
"oh my significance, my only source of joy
i am so tired of this lonesome, oh boy
assimilate me in you again, don't let me go
now my passion, my strength I'm able to show
i was always yours, don't know what occurred to me
you were always mine, i can now clearly see
lets rejoice this nature, this gift of life
I'm rotting away without you, make me feel alive
(i wanna be your man, will you be my wife?)"
she was lost in the mist of her own
when she heard a sound so familiar
even before a blink she understood the words
but she still had the uneasiness, the one fear
slowly, willingly she followed the sound
the sound too coming near and becoming clear
and when she found the source
she could contain no tears
he then turned around to see who was weeping besides him
the hazy vision had taken a proper shape
he felt the warmth he always craved for
and the smell which he could never escape
the two souls embraced each other
like how river mixes in the sea
now that they were one again, they brought themselves closer
forever they were one, as such forever to be
