Standing on opposite hills

Across the deep valley

You stretch your arms

Knowing these already touch

In their own way,

Free of the definitions.

Still one wants to climb down the hills

So that the stretched arms touch in the valley

Where no one notices.

Here on our hills

They see the stretched arms

Not the touch

And taunt

‘If you want the arms to touch

Why don't you climb down,

Surrender to the definitions.’

A climb down it will be

But after that they ignore you

Nobody will notice, taunt

The sobs would not echo back to you

These will travel one way

To be absorbed in the caress

Coming across.

Does one have to choose always

Between valleys in between or walls around

Perhaps their is not much to choose

Walls make the valleys

The only choice is to know

That valleys can be overcome

If you climb down;

Walls, if you refuse to give them existence

Then all become home for clouds

As does the sky.

Yes, the only choice is to know

That you hold the wand

And this is no magic.