Our Fates

it's mystical, it's misty too
a part of me is part of you
as birds keep calling far away
the air smells green on this wet day

raindrops falling on my roof,
as dancing faeries become proof
we're not alone, no matter where,
symbiotically we share

the atmosphere and water too
as well as time...I am with you
on the edge of what's to come
aware that everything is one

consciousness that co-creates
something that we call our fates
a mystical and misty too
part of me and part of you

as raindrops dance upon my roof
like unseen faeries quite aloof
symbiotically they share
rhythmic music in wet air...