The hush tones of disagreement heard by the stream,
They repel each other , they pull and tug neither freeing the other.
The backward and forward motions, the turns and stops,they seem to be as birds flying through rough skies,
The inconsistent pulse of the dance, pulls them in and pushed them out, they eyes not seeing, the lips not moving,
There bodies synced, and mind one, never knowing the chaos of the world around them together the form and unbreakable link,
To worlds you and I can only hope to dream of. But it lasts for but a while for when they become separated they cannot recall where
and from what the source of that spark came.