His montage

He rode across the high and low
Painting his montage, so free
Twinkle, the sky above
And surpassing the usual gleam
He felt, he knew the touch so well
Embracing the power to be
The less face that was put up
Was too superficial not to see
With silent steps and lowered eyes
She passed him once, unnoticed
And then again an eon later
He saw, he knew that touch so well
This time he would not let her go
This time he ruled his destiny
He waited too long
He waited too far
This time he knew it was meant to be.

Her montage

Perky and cheery,
Fizzy and gay
Hopeful of all good
Vivacious to stay…
Boomerang, more often than not
Swaying her away
Motive in question
Silence at bay
Walking away from harmony
Or was it? She did not know
He passed her in her stillness
The outcome would follow
Sometimes, life’s biggest questions
Are answered in a moment
That moment, the epicenter
Of her montage, her love
She stopped him, in wait
He stopped her, in time
She knew he was the moment
She knew he would not leave,
Patient and sublime,
All good was to come.