He waded puddles,
She paddled pools,
He practised stringent,
She broke the rules.
He never questioned,
She answers so denied,
She wept in buckets,
He grieved while dry-eyed.
He loved the movies,
She found her films in books,
He doubted everything,
She believed in spooks.
He trod a measure,
She went where angels feared,
Opposites in many ways
Yet love lived, always near.
He travelled inwards,
She ventured out,
Alternating circumstance,
Always there was doubt.
But constant was the keeping
Of the fascination fixed,
Dots connected details lost,
Oil and water mixed.
scottishmomus 