By Mark A. Leon

You and me, a perfect match
Bipolar
Racing to the sun and moon
One minute life
One minute death
In between, the space between us

A love affair insane to the eye
A quest for meaning, two stars in the sky

I hear myself saying these words
So loud, they scream, just to be heard
All the voices so loud and clear
Hoping one day you will be near

Laughing in the mirror
The truth is just an illusion
A playful pawn masquerading around the ball
A lift
A dip
A spin for good measure
But when the clock strikes midnight, it all comes to an end with no memory of the pleasure

I read your words written in the clouds
Spelled out by birds flying so very proud
They tell me it’s you watching from above
Reminding me of our true love

You and me, I hope to be
In a better place
Just wait and see

Now I sit, surrounded by me
Naked
Free
Exposed as a newborn baby

There you are, my perfect mate
In life and death and love and hate

No one knows just what we have
But they’ll always remember we made our own path