Fit

He is my sun, and I am his moon


We birth the stars each summer in June

After long springs of love and winters of peace

Then we Fall into each other and the cycle repeats



I am his melody, he is my beat

We create music each time that we meet

As sharp as the snare and smooth as the sax

He gives and I take, but we never subtract



He is the mountain top to which I climb

I am the shady tree where he comes to recline

Here he is the rock from where I draw strength

And there I am the shelter where he rests at length



He’s been my wind, and I’ve been his rain

And each time that we’ve met we conceived hurricanes

His gale is so strong, his pressure so low

That my torrents will wash all that lingers below



He is my fuel, and I am his spark

We bring light to the shadow and make day of the dark

Our heat has no aim, our flame no motive

But if we could not burn, then nothing could live









We belong like the sun and the moon

We are inherent like rhythm and blues

We coexist like the mountain and tree

We exude power like the storm on the sea



Like a blaze in the mountains we will not be pleased

Until we need rest from burning and feel bad for the trees

As earth is to water, and fire to air

We were made to fit together,one whole from two pair