Streak and Stream

From The Gray I step forth into moving froth,
A river that has not minded me says hello,
And the shins of legs above my immersed feet,
Recreate streaks of experience,
In this infinite stream.
One cannot step into the same river twice,
Yet here we are again,
For this One has become Two,
Only to,
Feel once again what She felt too.
Experience,
From the waters,
A heavy eyeliner of reality,
Forms from where I stepped,
Housing those that stare straight into me,
Standing here making streaks in streams,
Never minding again,
From whence I came.