Moving Forward Backwards
I face you, poised, positioned and present.
I've returned to be your stroke.
Leading our course; following your lead.
My oar ready to hear your call.
To use my hearted arms to propel us forward.
To pull our weigh while I weigh your words
With my back to our future,
You steer our sleigh
Your back to our past.
We have each other's backs.
You see me taking you with me.
You call our pace; determine our space.
You have your voice; it's now loud and clear.
We're in this shell together again.
We're not going back where we have been
But we're back together to row our race.
Right energy and pace.
A finish line up ahead
Not sure of how far or how long.
Doesn't matter as long as we both take
one stroke at a time with a true course
Let's feel free to be
Let's feel our "swing" you and me.
You sleigh me, sweet heart.
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