He is
what he is
and I love him.

I see what I see.

He sees through a shattered what?
Glass? Mirror? Or Truth?
Yes, it is beyond experience to explore the darkness that screams and whispers
only perfection is good enough.

I dwell in my imperfections and wonder?
Why is the sky too high
the earth not enough?


I guess bi polar
will never answer
with rational sense, nor mirror his true self

High, low, high, low
And norm is a dream
filled with nightmares.

When the pure waters call babe
Just strip and swim
till your immersion calls you back
to me
and our union,
Our love.

as always