You like the mountains

I prefer seas

I’m upper register

You’re minor keys

Our opposite lives not joined as one

For I live in the day when you are undone

Our brief meetings always on the cusp

I fly in the sun and you travel in dusk

Our Ladyhawke life until one small poultice–

The first day of winter, the earth’s solstice

One time of the year our souls can be one

When the dark of night meets the morning sun

A brief encounter when two opposite poles

May join so briefly to renew their souls