I've been watching patterns in nature lately, savoring their beauty.
We are born,
unfolding,
into the world's natural grid,
painting the infinite canvas.
I finally see that we are one and the same in this cycle,
interconnected.
So different,
yet so familiar.
The trees structured like our lungs,
our veins like the vast rivers.
Our hearts pulse,
and so do the shore waves.
I look into the stars swimming in the antimatter,
and they look back at me.
Among them I see your eyes,
like two suns,
radiating warmth onto my soul,
reaching evey corner of my being.
I will never forget the time we had,
how it colored my world's canvas.
Fun fact: the first, simple version of this poem came from a conversation I had in my dream about a year ago. You'll never know when documenting your dreams can become useful; and here I am, writing a poem out of it.
Have an interesting day.