You and I

The stars, the sun and moon are all the same,
we speak of the same side, shade and name,
but the side of the sky from which I see,
is but yours and odds might never be.

I have come to terms with my numbers,
and the zeros have rolled on in,
from negative to neutral and on higher power,
I have equated you somehow; negating innocence to sin.

Truth to speak fellow glassed subject,
your framed eyes catch me numb,
but oh! the probable chances might just object,
of chance crossing common factor sums.

Endlessly however; truth is that you and I,
are mere quadrants; slipping through x,
or flying up y,
our paths are perpendicular,
intersecting lines that defy.

Ainaa Azhar

30th September 2005