Gravity

Two vines that wound up intertwined together
Went spiralling along the forest floor.
Without a tree to lift them from the litter,
They tumbled round each other, on and on.

Two moons locked into one another's orbit,
And spun out helically though space and time,
Each dreaming that the other was a planet,
Whose path inscribed a meaning and a home.

I tried to be a princess you could fight for,

But slept in cinders when you looked away.
You gravely tried to don the captain's mantle,
But scrubbed the deck by starlight all the same.

Yet even planets need a sun to cling to,
And every stem must grow towards the light,
Though galaxies are flinging into nothing,
And forests fall and fossilise and fight.

We're poles apart, my love, and always falling.
Our tides can't find a rhythm as we turn.
The question's always waiting round the corner.
Just one more revolution till the dawn.