Waiting For Heaven on Earth...

Something I wrote. No deciphering needed.

He is the springtime blooming flowers,
yet a dark mysterious river.
A rainbow's reflection sparkling in the mirror
amid the skies that constantly darken
He is the clouds that builts a castle
to a storm that never passes

She is the one who befriends solitude,
but waits for that companion of her own.
So is the one who whimpers in pain,
and uselessly stumbles and fall.
She is the one whose heart is shackled
and still learning how to crawl.

He is the fire that sears her hand
She is the moth that extinguishes in flames.