Spilled Ink

North and South

He was that fair pigeon,

soaring up in the sky.

The wind caressed his soft skin,

as he went oh, so high.

But she was afraid to fly;

pain clipped her wings so tight,

and in despair they silently cried.

He was that fish in the sea,

roaming around, swimming freely.

His tail dove; he saw the mystery

deep within Poseidon's territory.

Alas, swimming was so hard a feat,

for she saw fear in those dark depths;

the merciless waves took away her faith.

For spring's warm day he waited.

Winter's cold touch was what she craved.

She hid and never left her dark alley;

he ran in haste to unveil the world's beauty.

A cold corner in a summer day;

a warm fire upon snow's fury.

But still, she waited and waited more

until she finds strength to step ashore,

until the pain clipped her wings no more.

The ray of sunshine in his eyes

didn't thaw her heart clothed in ice.

His blinding, bright smile

couldn't banish the dark even for a while.

But still, he waited and waited more

until she finds strength to step ashore,

until the pain clipped her wings no more.

Words left unsaid,

unshed tears in their voices screamed.

When will they ever meet?

But still, they waited and waited more;

to the heavens they both implored.

Will their hearts ever meet one day

before their own worlds turn to gray?

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