We've drank from the same waters,
with tongues held out to falling droplets,
our cupped hands beneath waterfalls
storing liquid essence in earthly pools
and with parched lips tasted our reflection.
I have seen you walking on the ridge,
your silhouette an invitation to loosen
all these past-hardened inhibitions
which kept authenticity caged and hidden.
I've found your footsteps at the fork.
It seems you've gone to find the heights
and soar unhindered in the halituous
palaces of the sky, whose voluminous
halls entice with jeweled nets of diffraction.
And I wish you luck, love,
you really are something special.
But I think I'm on the other fork.
I'm off to the desert to find the oasis of the soul.