“Come with me, take my hand”, he said
arms outstretched, eyes alive.
“I’m scared, I’ve seen this all before.”
she shook her head, but was in awe,
“Forever is a lie and promises myths.”
he kneeled before her
sun on his lips, valleys in his heart
touched the ends of her hair
feeling as if this breath, was his first
He could almost
“No not this, this is old, yet new,
I was one, but now two,
I’ve seen what lies on the other side
It’s been too long, don’t hide.”
Taking him in her arms gently,
a hand wrapped around his neck
ever cautious, afraid the touch
might be real should she cross into the light
afraid that she’ll, one day, drop again.
He could almost
“No not this, this is old, yet new,
I was one, but now two,
I’ve seen what lies on the other side
It’s been too long, don’t hide.”
So with silence they dance
movements careful, hesitant,
eyes closed, unsure, they know
somehow with each step, a tear dries.
A spin, a dip, a giggle, a brush of lips.
They could rewrite the world,
if only they’d let go.
He could almost
A pause and frightened
he looks and sees and knows
“This, look to see, is what it means to me.”
And she forces herself to open eyes
that have been too bruised to see.
She notices time has passed,
line have been laid hard onto his face
but he turns her to view castles,
blue nights and shores side by side.
She can feel the sun’s warmth on her
and for once, she can breathe.
She clasps his hand tightly,
“How long, for how long were we lost
inbetween broken dreams
living in fogs and past lies
running in circles, to find a beginning?”
Hand on her cheek, he replies,
“Too long, long enough, not long at all,
Here is where we begin, we have this
and today and maybe tomorrow.”
Smiling, laughing, arms wrapped around him
resting her lips on his neck, she whispers,
“Always tomorrow and our lives.
Come with me, take my hand for,
for this was old, now new.
We’re one, us two.
You promised me the other side,
let’s go in, let’s not hide.”
He could almost.