The Little Poem Of Differences

You are one way - I am the other - That is how differences are: Like a light that gleams Through a cloud, Or a word that seems To speak out loud; But perhaps it is Whispering, In directions of its own? Or perhaps it is singing Of what dreams are about? *** I have seen my love songs Written down before, I have seen every moment Like a wave from a shore. I have reached dreams of beyond less, Gained a goal thought fruitless; Met a moment in the flesh, Been wasted, but got up fresh. *** Every word I have written I shall write up again, As long as my poem lies hidden In the depth of my brain.