Him and Her.

Her came from a land without rain.
Where the sun forgot to shine the same.
Born on the savannah where the wind understood.
Those who wander keep nothing good.

Like a seed without roots, that trees forgot.
Her heart set afloat by the freedom she sought.
Snow, rivers, sea, shore.

Her loved her island more by more.
She slept her tears, and listened her fear.
(And this continued many a year.) Her future seemed glad and grim.
And then her heard of him.

Him sounded amusing at worst.
He sang his hope, and laughed his verse.
But as they met, both him and her,
Felt the awkward disappear.

Time went on and so did they.
They laughed their fears they spoke their pain.
Till the wind reminded her one day.
And her first learned the touch of rain.

Shore sea river stream,
Her learned to forget her dreams.
Till all at once, one night she knew.
That him forgot the same dream too.

Stream skies stars streets.
Her journey begun amid complete.
Some guessed if only on a whim.
That his dream was hers, and her dream was him.

Complete amid begun between.
The wind wandered on unseen.
Like anyone and no one before.
They lived their dream more by more.

They sang their wish, and did the same.
Soon they will have the same last name.
The sun remembered to shine again.
Shore sea sky rain.

Cognosis.

This is the beginning of a thought.
My mind's synthesis that will bring you a new thesis.
From my mind wrought.
Because if there is none new underneath the sun.

Then why bother... but consider.
The first man that was.
Who consumed the lie,
Conceived goodbye,
And first felt pain,
First knew gain.

First dreamed redemption,
Conceived connection.
And valued all that was.
Because all was lost.

If he could first,
Can we not more?
Is not our thirst,
As his before?

To uncover and discover,
What has been hidden.
And in doing so uncover,
What it means to be human.

To be frail,
And long to be strong.
To fail,
And somehow move on.

To be a fool,
And long to be smart.
To be ignored,
And long to be art.

We are driven by all we are not.
Driven by all we have forgot,
Driven from what was easy.
To what makes us uneasy.

Gripped by what we cannot hold.
Until we grasp it and are made bold.

Maybe the fall was designed.
By a higher mind.
So man could find.
More than darkness can bind.