how far will you reach, to reach another?
how much will you allow? how much will you bend?
if you are given pause, then .. listen.
do you want to stop? or do you want to mend?
you can only allow another to be their own Self,
hear their words, and the choices they make.
if you fit, then you do, and if you don’t, there it is;
you can only discern this by exchange.
some people will leave you in a heartbeat.
one small word can set your world askew.
you realize, in an instant, its fragility,
and then it is you, yourself, who has to choose.
what are the strengths and the weaknesses?
is there a foundation upon which to grow?
if either partner is self-serving,
that breach can enhance, or stop, the flow.
many a truth is said in anger.
and many a truth is said in jest.
but to bespeak your soul is a fine thing,
not innuendos, muttered under your breath
the choice is always yours from what’s presented.
you can only live by what you have known.
repel or conceal, or come out and be real,
only Chance will allow each facet to be shown.
interaction is the key to knowing.
speech can be fine, or it can be harsh.
you have to read between the lines
to decide to allow, or to depart.
it’s senseless to just spin your wheels for another.
you lose traction, as you lose your place.
if you’re not centered in your Self, that too will show,
and some will pounce, but aah .. some will embrace.
patience is kind and flowing.
a sense of longevity can grow out of a rend.
but only if each partner is willing to understand,
letting each day be new, a begin, or an end.
delicate, the balance of all things.
in nature, in nurture, in growth.
you can only be where you are in Time,
and to allow any, and all, to unfold.
and in that somewhere that comes out of nowhere,
you can recoil, or you can extend;
agree that a clearance could be an appearance
of a harmony that just might not end.