To the stranger’s eye
It seemed to have no divide
An intangible singularity
Yet corporeal and multifarious
Almost non-existing, but
Standing
Still, in time
Was
My quiescence,
A Frenzy disguised within
An exuberance
Placid,
Alacrity latent subdued by
Lament
Silent,
An eternal gaze injecting an
Iridescent daze,
Incessant stupor creating
Solitude in clamour
Upon realizing
My find,
That a mirrored everything
And more
Was her too, and
Becoming
Was
I, half of
Her borderless soul
Two distanced voices
Once unsure and fading,
Now becoming
Each other and one,
Us, what seemed to be an end,
Ended, a start
Becoming.