He’s one half of the whole-
I hold the vision and the dream;
He holds the fire and the will.
We are a whole,
walking in synch,
though the rhythm sometimes fails,
and out of step we fall.
We are one whole, working on the rhythm,
sometimes it takes a blink, to synch;
or longer years un-understood,
yet we still gel, long years now;
alike as unlike, still in synch.
Together, where it matters,
forever, if it matters.
©GayUganda 22 Nov. 07
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