Meaning slips away
Symbols mean nothing
The needle makes pointless strokes
Upon a golden face.
Love fades through a window
Dwindling on the edge of a knife
Broken, silver pieces collected—its shimmer gone
The wounded knife severs one last bond.
Walking away from Eden
So bravely these young soldiers march
Hiding deep scars that no bullet made
Crying out to only their ghosts.
Her young face, childlike, yet so perceptive
Bright eyes twinkle, piercing him with innocence
Hands clutch the aletheometer; bring the fruit to his lips
Before they clumsily kiss, so new to this ancient feeling.
His fierce eyes, deepening with so much meaning
The lion wins over the lamb, common sense over chaos
One hand carrying only eight digits, the other holding the knife high
Leading them through death and back.
Sitting in the Botanic Garden
Midsummer's Day, only them alone
With their souls, searching for their mates
Through the pain, the years…the forgetful mind.
It is in this moment
Their daemons meet and touch—
For the briefest of seconds
Kirjava nestles close to this reflection of Pantalaimon.
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