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