the facade
04-16-2011, 01:16 PM
A Flip of the Coin
I on one side, you on the other -
for marriage we were forged.
But surely am I entitled as a lover,
to transcend the material
barrier which us devides in life
and cherish the touch of my destined wife?
Elevated in our youth,
we rough and tumble,
yet our hair's still smooth
though the breeze us rumbles.
A moment of uncertainty.
Gravity hts and our flight is depressed.
The breeze slaps our faces, weathered
by age, fearing we might fail
and like a rabid dog, the head chases the tail.
With a thump, we are cushioned at the very same height
where we once started, with one faced up, the other down,
fearing the victorer has trampled his better part.
Until the very hand, owner unknown,
who had let us play for a while, clenches his fist
and united at last are we, by the same ashen fingers that us enclose.
I on one side, you on the other -
for marriage we were forged.
But surely am I entitled as a lover,
to transcend the material
barrier which us devides in life
and cherish the touch of my destined wife?
Elevated in our youth,
we rough and tumble,
yet our hair's still smooth
though the breeze us rumbles.
A moment of uncertainty.
Gravity hts and our flight is depressed.
The breeze slaps our faces, weathered
by age, fearing we might fail
and like a rabid dog, the head chases the tail.
With a thump, we are cushioned at the very same height
where we once started, with one faced up, the other down,
fearing the victorer has trampled his better part.
Until the very hand, owner unknown,
who had let us play for a while, clenches his fist
and united at last are we, by the same ashen fingers that us enclose.