Weave a path into the stream.
Hypnotise the stream with the rhythms of your gait.
You become the water in it's essence,
experience your limits as the part is to the whole.
Hologrammatica.
Where the elements meet,
Your tears cry into Yourself,
You cry into the air,
and I meet You again.

I walk to a hilltop in the deepest part of night.
Saturate my being with the dark violet petals of air,
breathe myself out to it.
That chill defines the stream,
as the wet defines the cup of heaven,
and You meet me again.

We dance with the moon.
Lilt and sway in unison and in time.
I cause You to trough and froth where the ocean meets solid ground.
You wave joyously into me.
Rise, fall, rage, wave.
And I meet You again.