Drawn
Attracted
To giving
To receiving
Compelled
I stay

Shrinking
Sinking
Into the feeling
Of leaving
Repelled
I pull away

In the middle, I meet my Way

Seeking love, in whatever form
Is but this
Flower
Reflecting, opening up to
It's already
Morning, warming rays

Fleeing love, in whatever storm
Is this bud's
Power
Protecting, closing up to
It's Self
Another night and day

In the middle, I meet my Way

Copyright (c) Michael Mayer 2007