Separate Paths


As the Capulets and Montagues
Live the sun and moon except,
Unlike them, the fact remains,
The sun and moon have never met.

As two plants living and dying
On separate continents,
Like these plants exactly,
The sun and moon have never met.

As two people who’ve heard each other’s name,
The sun and moon are the same.

They miss by a slight misguided glance-
Just by a moment, they miss their chance.
On separate paths, locked in their trance,
The sun and moon will never dance.

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