Part of you became
Part of me
With only one eye
It's hard to see
An unfinished sonatta
Or a chorus unheard
A dangling participle
Perhaps,
Or an unspoken word.
Thorns without a Rose
A weed I would become.
Trees without her leaves
I would surely be undone.
Night skies without her stars
Perfume without a scent
Waking sleep without some dreams
Imagination sorely spent.
Butterfly without her wings
Palettes without tints hues
Greys become life's colours
A world with singular views
There is an endless chant
Of what I would e'er soon be
Not one of these I relish
For without you there is no me.
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dancersinc. 2001