What If You and I were Very Alike

What if you and I were very alike
You and I have very different eyes
We see different flow of waves through people
We see different flow of thoughts through minds
Your eyes full of clarity inside the colorful webs delicately made
Mine full of insanity inside the serene forest sprinkled with stars and rays
Your webs brown and blue are shaken by my butterflies from the forest darkly sparkled
My butterflies leaving a gentle breeze from every flow of the wings confuses your webs
My butterflies wanting clarity fly into your arms
Your webs wanting shaking insanity gently embrace my butterflies
My butterflies teach your webs the fragrant of the wild forest peaceful and free
Your webs teach my butterflies the replete of nothingness - no, not even a single breeze 
Your webs learn the insanity
My butterflies learn the clarity 

What if you and I were very alike
You and I have very different voices
We accept different flow of waves through the moment
We accept different flow of voices through the way of our hearts to lungs
Your voice a hollow dark cave far away from the light filled with a shadow of sincerity 
Mine a stuffed river far away from the cloudiness filled with pebbles of sincerity
Your cave slowly eroded invites my river filling up the space with more shadows
My river in the dark left nothing but the sound tells your cave every move every turn it makes  
My river wanting blinder flows into your arms
Your cave gently closes my river’s eye
My river teaches your cave the scope of emotions wide and unexpected
Your cave teaches my river the capacity of embracement and silence
Your cave learns the complication in sincerity
My river learns the simplicity in sincerity    
   
What if you and I were very alike
You and I have very different feet
We walk different flow of rues through the choices
We walk different flow of pattern through day and night
Your feet the knights under the sun enduring the silent adventure soft yet wild
Mine the glowing fish in a big wilderness under the moon making unexpected moves
Your knights undefeatable yet covered reflected by a soft dawn light comes to my fish
My fish still glowing swim to you thinking all the possibilities what you might be
My fish inevitably pulled to the conclusion already made hesitating but still going
Your knights patiently watching the fish being ready for what I might be
My fish teach your knights the glowing of travelers
Your knights teach my fish the staring of thinkers
My fish learn the muted moment of the day at dawn
Your knights learn the blooming moment of the night at dawn 

What if you and I were very alike
You and I have very different heart
We hold different flow of temps scarce
We hold different flow of beginning and the end
Your heart calling the moment through candid confession from the very beginning
Mine carving the moment through myriads of tasting from the time too short to be grabbed
Your caller speaking my name to explain who you are moves my carver you are unaware of
My carver tasting lemon candy carves the moment initiating the beginning I am unaware of
My carver hands your caller the candy
Your caller takes the candy without hesitation
My carver teaches your caller nothing
Your caller teaches my carver nothing
Your caller learns the start of something new
My carver the same 

What if you and I were very alike
Would have been you and I very different? 

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