When will life greet you Upon the river that moves Ten feet apart from the shoreline, Five feet apart from the skyline, One foot apart from me? For nothing is ever even in its distance From yourself, Among your woes, Among for each world that you cry for In your solitary glimpses of things that seem to never Matter. Run towards the shoreline to be safe, For you are drowning. Run towards the skyline to be safe, For you are falling. Run towards myself to be safe, For you are sinking. Pain greets empathy Like the moon eclipses the sun, Like two birds beginning to fight For the dominance of one. Love left you no boundaries, No echoes, To where the sun spills over its warmth Upon your cheeks, For you will cast yourself in the other direction To fly free from my entertainment Of a new certainty. My eyes see matching currents To the river that moves. One will glide you along, While the other will lift you to one Who knows you best, Who comprehends each sting of your heart, Brought from bees without honey.