Silent Rhythms

If I am a river,
You are a tributary,
Mingling your waters with mine,
Flowing into, amongst, then away,
To become a cloud
Whose shape reminds me of you.

If I am a path,
You are a crossroad,
Forcing unforeseen choices,
Intersecting my progress with pleasure,
The geometry of us,
Diverging points on a compass

And though we are none of these,
Unbidden and unbeknownst,
We follow the silent rhythms,
My moon to your tide,
As ancient as river,
As steady as road.

7 Comments Add yours

  1. Sidharth says:

    The metaphors that you used, created an enchanting effect on me as a reader. Thank you for sharing such a wonderful post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think. 😊

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    1. fortymatches says:

      Thank you for your kind words! I’ll definitely check out your work.

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      1. Sidharth says:

        My writings aren’t as magnificent as yours, I’m an amateur writer really; but thanks for respecting my request. πŸ˜ŠπŸ™

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      2. fortymatches says:

        How do any of us get better except by reading more and writing more? You’re doing the work — keep it up! 😁

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  2. srijan says:

    there’s many sides to you, but your romantic one is one of the finest one there is. loved this.

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    1. fortymatches says:

      I appreciate that! It’s not a side I show often.

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      1. srijan says:

        yet it is on your mind, all the time. πŸ™‚

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