I felt you release me. As I myself released.
A new animal, an old deceased.
Two elephant heads. Broken, one then the other.
For there was never an action without a reaction.
They will be repaired, they will remain.
In their special place.
Cared for and regarded in a special memory.
Forever marked by that fateful day.
It was the moment they knew without knowing.
When the world changed, they changed with it.
They will go on with their deeds, even with their battle signs.
And strangers will know: These creatures are more than they seem,
to be tended to and mended with such love.
Children would play and say, how did it get to be this way?
And they would hear the answer: Life's just better that way.
For who was ever more beautiful without the scars of life?
And is it not the pain that makes us feel the joy?
Would we be who we are if we had not been there?
In that moment in time, when nothing else existed.
It was beautiful what was shared. There was a time and there was a place.
And so it remains.
In its destiny fulfilled, in eternity. In the collective joy and love of life.
In the twinkle of the star and the black of the night.
In the newly opened daisy.
In the hazy light.
The comfort when we know. And feel peace.
It's then when we release.