Fading in

You fought for me tonight.
For the night that lingers in dream and affection.
For the stolen child, with the golden eyes and the frisky smile.
I remember you in an olive grove. Sunbathing in a sparkle of feverish light, hovering above all that is called life.
Your flame still clasps my plight... easing the pain... absorbing the suffering.
I don't know you. I never knew you... still i sense we somehow met in an emblematic future. Not within the boundaries of the ill-conceived space and time.
And in order for me to reach you, all i had to do was let go. And start existing inside the spasm of an undisclosed fate. A fate that we shared in the past... where everything grew aloft... and our dusty splinters bled in unbearable harmony.
The only way i ever knew to lose me... the only fright i was ever taught to suffer.
Will you suffer me? Within the comfort of our common dream?
Oh, how i dread being inside you... tonight.

Courtesy of ©nikgml

Original artwork, courtesy of Johanna Knauer-Kunstfotografie(Enaston on DeviantArt)

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Young... again

Some might say that we lost a battle. Some may even claim that we are held prisoners inside an asphalt womb. Alone and stark, like a barren wasteland, forgotten by God's absolution... and Man's retribution. People will come and say that our leap of faith was left suspended over an ocean of everlasting perdition. I can feel it... sometimes while i sleep. Echoes of clustered laments, scorched inside the husk of a time capsule, buried in a crack of space that never existed. Our loves and despairs, never occurred. Our cries and our laughters, never heard. Our words of redemption, never uttered. Our deeds of gracious atonement, never flourished. Men may come and go, some may linger, while others pass by in hasty frenzy. And as the new dawn will be engraving its bloody scratch inside the loins of an untainted Earth, we will meet again. To be new. To be whole. To be young.
And in Life's gingery flint, we will burn with Love... again.

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Original artwork: "serenade for abyss", by shamanski

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