In the Middle

Diff’rence and great distance lay ‘tween us,
For petty disappointments that we found,
Have ‘come malignant matters we discuss, 
O’er desert now devoid of common ground,

‘Tis desolation once was fertile land,
Where roses bloom’d ‘neath summer’s florid glow,
Now wither ‘mid these shifting arid sands,
T’are blown by winds of misery and woe,

But haven ‘plete with palm tree filigree,
Between us rises up to hea’en above,
‘Tis no mirage; ‘tis real as you and me,
Who frolicked once in heart spring’s well of love,

I’m seeking this oasis where we met,
Please meet me in the middle, Juliet.

- Scott Alexander McKenzie