We Both Know Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Blue robes like a Siddhartha sky
Purity comes in surprise
Tantric rhymes like a mystic sleep
Canyons deep in lands of symbols
Her dreams connect star paths
I yield to the will of forgiveness
Self-love sees the yellow fields
After all we were once friends

Verse and couplets leave the battle
We reconcile in a covenant of oak
These hardwood valleys of time
Magenta joins the green hills
Wry smile of love takes history
No handshake or promises
No kiss or future plans
We both know the war is over