Platonic Beginnings
All our lives you and I have been our own best friends,
Giving ourselves to others, recreating tragic ends.
A decade pasts, they’ve come and gone, I’m done with all their lies,
Good fortune in my life, it seems, evades me in disguise.
We reconnect. What do we find? The pieces of a whole,
Platonic mirrors reflecting back to us a single soul.
Though in the past we’d jump right in, we take our time in stride,
We know we’ve got the years ahead, I give you that with pride.
For we both know – we’ve loved and lost – how precious life can be,
How every moment soon will pass; I must be true to me.
And so we take decisive steps, there isn’t time to waste,
Though time enough to introspect, it’s careless to make haste.
Deus ex machina you are the life that fills a dream,
You invoke admiration even from the seraphim.
For who could make so kind a soul? The Father of us all.
A blessing now He sends to me, I’ll answer to His call.
So, no more shall we play the game, nor settle once again,
It’s simply time to enjoy life beside a unique friend.
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