Poem I stole from Trinity's xanga site... I like it...

you and i are but two souls,
meeting on one path,
travelling towards our individual significance.

certainties have eluded us, and
neither you nor i can tell if this path, --
one that we fell upon after stumbling,
frightened, over hidden roots and
through confused masses, --
is leading to a promising conclusion or
if we shall find ourselves face to face
with an illustrious "No Outlet" sign.
and if we do, what then?

"what now?"
an impossible and unavoidable question
and inconclusive data prevents an answer.
insufficient belief in the existence of answers
precludes hope.

"what now?"
i ask and find only, "NOW."

NOW to be happy,
NOW to pursue Truth,
NOW... now to be here, with you,
in pursuit of All, together.

Fate, Providence, random acts of chance,
any and every doubt aside,
i believe that i was meant to meet you here.

this path is a dreary one,
briefly illumined by brilliantly colored flashes of --
Light? --
that we dare not trust.
we dare not believe in an absolute Light to guide our steps.
we dare not believe,
in the fear that belief
is foolishness.

at times i even find myself without conviction
of your existence,
but necessity compels me to believe
in an entity entitled "us,"
to trust in the goodness that is you,
that you inspire me to become.
evidence drives me to belief in the
sincerity of our efforts to make "us" a reality.
(but perhaps reality is simply an absolute which
we must strive to believe.)

we are but two souls,
who, meeting on one path,
step by timid step,
are together travelling towards our individual significance.