She danced,
she sang,
she chased moonlight.
Her other half, her
sister by choice
tolled along behind,
wondered at the choices.
The ones that she hadn't
yet made.

No no no, she said.
This is the way it might be.

She chased him away,
she ran as far as
feet could tell.
Her other soul watched,
pulled her own sled.
Worked on her own paths,
didn't listen to the
voices that called
for something more.
Said, "Don't just take."

No no no, she said,
this is the way it may be.

She laughed at the freedom,
cried at the next wave,
the worlds born anew.
Her sister-love followed
behind, dancing now and
ignoring the oncoming
end of things. It would
be and come when it
wanted. No use to hurry.

No.
This is the way it will be.