Of hearts, hushed beating
Of lungs, deep breathing
Of minds, no thinking
(Just bliss)
Of souls, meeting
Each cleaved to the other
By these flames
Bound, (willful slaves)
By these shackles
By these ties that bind
In a union unbreakable
Not even by death
A confluence of two lives
Birth of a greater stream
A flow so mighty
Nature doth not contend
That carves itself a canyon
In the hard crust of history
Immortalising flimsy flows
That alone,
(In the heat of life)
In this desert of loneliness
Alien to mists and rainfalls-
Of love, of laughter, of joy-
Beaten upon by a cruel and unforgiving sun,
Would have long been but dry and dusty gullies
Riding no more than whistling winds
Housing naught but snakes and scorpions
(And castaway demons?)
Shadows of their potential glories
Testimonies of loveless livings,
Forsaken of God...
