Just two among billions.
Souls piled high into vast fields,
mountains of stultifying sameness.
Each grain almost identical to the other.
Yet, not quite.
Somehow, we two specks of dust
conceived the existence, each, of the other.
This thought became hope,
Lost amongst the crowd we lay
as our desire swelled into
an irresistible need.
Gathering the air like robes about us,
we break free of the slumbering crowd,
leaping with faith and trembling fear,
into the rising gale.
We whip the gusts, our murmuring horsemen,
into a howling gale.
Our need stronger than mere Earth or Fire,
we bend the very wind to our desire.
Inward, ever inward,
closer and closer we spiral,
holding tight to our barely controlled steed,
a tightening vortex, growing stronger,
faster, as glimpse each other whirling past.
Until, at last, we reach the screaming eye
of the cyclone we made