Poezja

with our fingers knitted into one
like a cracked verse
we stood in the space
between elegy and romance
our movement, irregular
like a rhythm unfamiliar
we stepped into dark uncharted waters
our shadows cast behind our lingering hearts
and chasing furtively
like the wings of dark angels

the sun succumbed
to the gloom of our inner tempos
our only source of light
was the curious desire to rise
from our eyes and
setting on this unfamiliar void

we were like two cubs barnished
from their only pride
torn, forlorn, finding a destination
for our journey's formation
it was a voyage to unearth
this nascent place of rebirth
a place where no other mind
will ever tread to find

but we had us
we had us to lift
the weight of inertia from our feet
and moved with the instinct
of our emotions
our emotions, the path on
on which we trailed along
ignorant of what lay ahead
on that solitary road

suddenly, like the big bang
we broke free from the shackle of loves bind
onto that land of our emotional certainty
and the treasures of vanity

the destination of such
was the love and affection to clutch
finally finding solitary solace
in the warmth of our holy embrace