The hard part

Finding each other 

was the hard part 

In a world full of people

So far away

So many stars to align 

To make the connection 

People, places, dates 

Perhaps the dreamer 

Forged ahead

Scouted the connection

Followed the red string

From his wrist to hers 

Forced alignments 

(A little too soon?)

And the material selves 

Couldn’t keep up 

To the magic they’d made

On the other side 

This was how it was always supposed to be 

Until it wasn’t 

Perfect until it was broken 

Lovely until it was ugly

Healthy until it became toxic 

Yet, Finding each other was 

the easy part 

The work was in  the Learning 

to drop all the fears 

and speak straight from  heart

the only way

Is to open yourself up

To the love 

I still see it happening 

exactly that way 

But this time, it’s slower

Balanced and steady 

When the stars re align 

Fears drop and focus shifts 

Finding each other 

Is  always the hard part 

in a world full of people

The rest is just 

The cherry on top