matched

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side

And I'll tell her that I don't want my life to be samples and scraps. A taste of everything but a meal of nothing.

If you are the lantern, I am the flame;If you are the lake, then I am the rain;If you are the desert, I am the sea;If you are the blossom, I am the bee;If you are the fruit, then I am the core;If you are the rock, then I am the ore;If you are the ballad, I am the word;If you are the sheath, then I am the sword.

at first when the rain fell from the sky so wide and deepit smelled like sage, my favorite smellI went up on the plateau to watch it cometo see the gifts it always broughtbut this rain changed from blue to black and leftnothing.

It was a little thing, a baby tree, but still it tangled with things around it and required care to move. And when she pulled it out, it's roots still clung to Earth from it's old home.

But if you were matched," I say softly, "What do you think she'd be like?""You," he says, almost before I've finished. "You,

Do not go gentle into that good night, rage, rage against the dying of the light.