This is a short poem that I wrote - non-furry.

The moonlight does not hinder
But only aids your shimmering surface
Allowing me to see what has only been hidden from me
Is this the other side of me?
The other world I failed to cling to when I saw it
Yes, it must be
It's nothing solid that I ever did touch

Although I see an image through you
You are still flowing, ever forming, ever changing
And perhaps this is where my claws dig in and trap me
For I cannot, have not been, you

Is it warm where you are?
Or are you close to frozen like what stands outside of you?
Is there a bubble down in the depths of your uniqueness
That I could close around me?

The light that touches you reveals to me a truth and a lie, intersected
Is it true, that for all my tears, I could set them on the shore?
Or are they meant to be a part of you?
Is that my meaning?
Do I become the part that makes you whole?
Is that more wonderous than if I leave you to mold yourself in peace?

If that is indeed the reason
Then the night need not hold me further
If I dive in, will your happiness become my own?
If I dive in...