He is the sea and I am the shore.
He flows as wild and free as the white-capped waves
and I, as confined and unmoving as the stagnant land
He is the sky and I am the earth.
He soars as swiftly and unpredictably as the mischevious wind
and I, as compact and caged as the senile platelets.
He is the moon and I am the sun.
He changes as constantly and distinctly as the waxing moon
and I, as alone and consistent as the daily sun.
He is the soul and I am the body.
He feels as deeply and richly as his wild spirit
and I, as lifeless and shallow as my earthbound corpse.
Veritas 