The Natural Flow

You said the words like a quiet tide, "Let it flow," and stepped aside. No maps to draw, no plans to frame, Just two sparks looking for a flame. At first, I looked for a solid shore, Something to hold, a lock, a door. But then I saw the truth you held... A heart is trapped when it is felled, But thrives when it is left to be A wild thing, wandering and free. So I will watch the water run, Not rushing toward a setting sun. If your current meets with mine, It won't be forced, but by design.