This is a story of a searing soul,
With blazing eyes, and burning will.
He flew straight up, unrelenting,
Until he glimpsed another soul.
A white empress of icy wings,
A beauty unlike any He had seen.
He flew ever faster and closer,
Ahead and above, She looks below.
Their eyes met, their paths crossed,
Their destinies entangled.
She was His dream's manifest,
And He was Her desired caress.
"Pray, enlighten me of your destiny, o fair spirit." He challenged.
"Why, of course the light above." she addressed.
"Then I shall fly by your side." he proposed.
"For our destinies are one." she declared.
Alas, they forged a bond.
Their essence brushed, their elements lust.
She froze His flames, as He burned Her ice.
What they had was unrivaled beauty.
Past the clouds reaching for the promise,
And lo, she behold.
A splitting sun, an unforeseen divide,
A divine somber where hearts shatter.
And when two fates can not be one,
Each must soar on their own.
With a different destiny,
Away from him, had she flown.
And in his flight towards his light,
Her soul became the shadow.
The ever lurking existence,
Of what once was above, is now below.
An overwhelming burden,
The remains of His dream's manifest,
The void of His heart's desire,
The bond his muse left asunder.
I lost my muse, last year. She came back last night in a way I never could have imagined. In a form of a best friend, with a message of why she left without a word. How it's best for both of us. How she can't go with me. How she can't leave her family, her home. How our sun splits, and our hearts shatters.