Unity

The sadness I know not how to define,
Myself reflected within, in HIS soul and mind,
Gentle and good, a life without ease,
We need peace to find.

Battered and shattered as a stone in the blue oceans waves,
Respite, and calm to seek, not one of a million knaves.
How to deal and translate the discreet “fear and self-loathing”?
Through age he and I are both intertwined we are failing,
Through taboo there’s nothing to do about our state though that's now ailing.

Yet we can see in each other’s eyes our elemental foundation,
Which upon we still stand though is crumbling,
And all I know is this rock which sustained,
So small wonder the Rock feels a-crumbling.

To say goodbye is to think we die,
I dare not think nor mention.
In sinking deep I need not weep -
Nor seek solace in manic elation.

For I love the man, it’s all that I can,
Don’t ask me to point directions.
For wherever we go the rivers still flow,
And a baby looks to mother in expectation.

And even though in depth we’ve not talked,
His soul and mind I so well I know;
For in our reflections, true this is so,
That he is I and I am he,
It always has been and forever will be.

AJ Buttle 2008