In each other.
The blue and the red
Intertwined.
We see our silence
Pass by.
We wrap ourselves
In each other.
Nothingness and
Infinity holding hands,
We listen to an
Epoch that runs by.
We wrap ourselves
In each other.
Our fondness dictates
The rage of nature.
The winter and
The summer are
Dialects of our
Naked hearts.
We wrap ourselves
In each other.
The happiness and
The sadness have
Conspired to
Vacantly witness,
The making of
Our life.