Borne On One Branch Of Thought The Same Poem by Mark Heathcote

'Now you are me' you are not just with me
as you read, our thoughts are intertwined
and momentarily, we are all-one-and the same
here we both pause together consigned.

For now, we are redefined and like a raceme
with pedicel, flowers were both combined
to one stem, one branch of thought the same
that flower's another line in a poem of verse.

That flower's another blossom in the universe.
'Now you are me' you are not just with me
for now, we are redefining and like that raceme-
flowers, borne together, we are the lily of the valley.