You are the Heavens, and I am the Earth

You are the Heavens, and I am the Earth.

My fingers are the mountains reaching towards your whisping clouds.

They strain skywards to touch your formless curves.

I am hardened and weathered but you are soft swirling silk and smoke.

I give to you my strength and you share with me your grace.

The shelter of my arms hold the downpour of your loving tears.

You are the cool breeze that runs down the canyons of my face

The winds and rain are your hands caressing my rugged peaks.

The mountain storms are we two locked in passion's grip.

I lose myself in the fog capped blanket of your embrace.

And there we blend mixing and churning into one.

Often we two are separated by empty crystal blue air.

Yet somehow we meet in between our two different planes.

And when we touch, life is made anew.