Together

Icy glass like trees

Stand juxtaposed

With warm musical strains

And cinnamon tea
This winter evening

Surreal, touching zeniths

Sometimes within reach
Slippery to my comprehension
Yet clear to the soul

Beauty and perfection

Fused fluidly
Meeting lightly
In the middle

Storm and upheaval

Both colliding
While creating
A third
Unknown, welcome energy

Whispering

While bringing home
Strong and sure
A bracelet of words
Woven to soothe
Turmoil with calm

“There is space

For you
And the other
I continually flow 

And allow spaces
Between truths
Of differing existences
Binding gently
Paradox simultaneously
At all times
Co-existing
At once
It can all be”