The Conversation

I told you:

Even the sun needs to set

so the moon can see 

her own reflection.

I am growing weary 

of feeling adrift in this life, 

my love, 

the darkness is too thick 

and my soul has grown 

so dry. 

You told me:

The stars don't leave the sky,

you just forget that they are there 

each morning.

The river will always make its way 

to the ocean,

and darling, 

through thickest forest 

or driest desert,

I will always find my way 

back to you.