Amethyst

We are both in the same box Covered in plastic and taped up, inside are rocks All different shapes, all imperfect Sedimentary, igneous, metamorphic And I'd like to think that you are a geode Created in the same pyroclastic flow As me, but we, we separated, then incarcerated Then sold for jewelry And I'd like to think that the jeweler made us To fit on the same ring That the forces of nature or God or whatever Desired for this happening Cause inside every bird's the desire to fly Which overcomes the fear of falling and I Think both of have that desire inside So let's take a chance and jump, you and I