To dare to reach...
A poetic attempt by Iowadom
Voluminous rays of his lifeforce eternal
perish upon the mildew stained walls of her hearts prison.
Ever seeking a pathway through cold lifeless stone, fingers of hope,
forming vessels of love and lust desperately claw at her impervious walls
Motionless in time, held steadfast by demons unseen yet omnipotent,
Her soul screams for his touch, the gentle warmth of his presence
is felt in the distance, she hears yet does not discern…
Held paralyzed in time by the immovable powers of history and pain.
The celestial dance has no discernible ending in sight,
His power flares and peaks, the forlorn ache in her heart rages higher
as the cold walls mock his futility with their crimson resistance.
Nearly spent, his essence fades, as he slumps nearly lifeless against the wall.
From her eyes, the pain now flows, from a single drop to a raging river,
As she feels her souls embodiment slowly departing.
Her terrified trembling hand stretches deep into the unsure darkness,
a single finger comes to rest on the heartless stone between them.
The ancient gods cower from her power as the stone fulminates.,
forthwith she is beside him, his battered form held gently to her bosom.
The ebb and flow of their immeasurable power consumes them,
One heart, one mind, one soul, both battered and both restored.