The Flow

Shall I tell you I love you then?

Shall I with words inadequate 

tame a feeling this vast, this intense?

Shall I demand a ring then?

Shall we limit these wild horses to confines of gold bands?

Shall I put a name to this feeling?

I’d sooner tame Poseidon; bid him sit still.

Will you run from this feeling then?

First you must rewrite the myth 

and have Atalanta

outrun Hippomenes

Will you hide? 

Will you deny this?

Deny Hercules his pillars first.

I won’t name it,

we mustn't tame it, 

you can’t deny it

Its there, 

as true as the truth of a river’s inability to flow uphill

We will flow, 

Together apart 

Through time…