I open the book.
The first word reads,
"Destined."
Afraid,
I turn the page,
And I rest into restless text.
Lines and curves
Come together
Making the letters
That make the words
That make you, and
I start to fall in love with your adjectives.
As the story writes,
This astonishment I have of you
Was inevitable.
"๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ." ๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐บ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง.
As I read on,
Collected shapes
Come together
Forming the symbols
That create the words
That tell the story
Of what it's like for us to touch.
Seamless sentences
Flow through the pages
Floating our love
Down the river that is
This book.
This story is not for the faint of heart.
For there are rapids,
Rocks,
And falls
Along the way.
There are even times
When we both tried
To write ourselves
Right off the page.
But every time,
The pen just comes around to the other side of the paper.
"๐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด. ๐'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ." ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ฏ.
Our love,
It separates and
Circulates before it
Gravitates us
Back together again.
And again.
Realizing now that this book is a constant.
That we've been written into the same story.
That we float down the same river.
And even when it
Splits in two
And I can't see you
I don't worry,
Because I know you're just
Some pages over,
Writing a part
Of your story.
"๐ ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ." ๐ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ต๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ...
They talk about the times
When I couldn't find you
In the same chapter.
Periods when your name
Had not been seen next to mine
For so long,
I thought maybe
You found a way
To get the pen
Off the page.
Then just as I would
Conquer my rapids
And approach a place of calm,
Out of no where
You would float along.
And just like that
It felt like
You were never even gone.
United we float,
Our names in tow
Each with a pen
On the page
And a row
In the boat.
Writing the story that writes us.
"Where does this river go?"
You ask. And suddenly,
I know.
"This is where we have been headed along."
We silently drift to the end.
But the water does not fall,
Instead,
The river runs into a rising sky.
Flowing ribbons of crystal lace.
This is our meeting place.
We have been here once before.
Have we been enough?
Two souls,
With a thousand stories
Lived and told.
A thousand timeless masterpieces.
"๐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ." ๐ ๐ด๐ข๐บ,
"๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ."
And that is when her heart began to swell.
Ancient stories locked
In our DNA, released
Into the universal sea.
And finally,
She could see
All the lessons
That she needs
To at last
Complete
Her healing.
๐ฆ๐ต๐ฒ ๐ด๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐ด๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ป.
And so it seems,
Our fountains are filled
With masterpieces
Lived and killed.
We will move into eternity.
This I know certainly.
๐๐ค๐ช ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ช๐๐.
โช๏ธ mica light โช๏ธ
An Ode To An Ancient Love Story.