Cynosure

You And I-(III)

I am "A"

the beginning.

You are "Z"

the end.

You and I

start at the

ticking

of the

grandfather

clock,

taking turns

in the maze;

exchanging

questioning

gaze

when

we are well aware

of

the culprits.

We are

made of 

different

spirits

but

I sense

the fear 

in you

It's a dementor

coming to suck

from my soul

Should I be scared?

Should I be concerned?

Why do my fingers itch

to erase your fear

and give you the kiss

of life?

***

If you wish,

We could be a novel.

If you wish,

We could be a galaxy.

If you wish,

We could be one of the seven wonders.

"Us"

might be opposites;

But we could rhyme,

just like

"Light"

and

"Night",

making poetry,

indulging

in the pages,

of your book.

___________

©VioletEden