She hits the low notes,
My voice lifts high.
Her thoughts are grounded, 
My mind doth fly.

She sits silently,
While I spin tales.
She speaks factually,
I turn goldfish into whales. 

She trods mountain peaks,
I, landscapes deep within. 
She knows flora, fauna,
I know dreams and how to spin.

Yet she looks to me for wisdom,
I look to her for love.
We both know joy and sorrow. 
Both know when push comes to shove,

That we cannot judge the other, 
Without speaking first a bit.
Cannot know another’s depth, 
Nor what in life, has been knit.

So let us sit together,
Let us listen, nay let us hear.
Then perhaps with more knowing,
We'll draw together, more the near.