Him and Her



The elegant stature of the horse,
The dazzling beauty of the bird,
His muscular gallop at the meadow,
Her free-style dance at the pond,
The loud drums from his hooves,
The mellow songs from her whispers,
His nature as wild as a thunderstorm,
Her nature as free as a morning breeze,
Then, time created a meeting place,
Exquisite young hearts to embrace,
Plotting for those two to love in grace,
Alas, each grew up in a different race,
Separate paths, leaving without a trace,
A kindled passion extinguished to never replace,
Now, their old souls ascended into space,
And time held another meeting, just in case,
Souls unbound to law start to chase,
Then, they went into a long sleep,
Descended onto Earth as another being,
The thick bark of the cherry blossom tree,
The divine scent of the lavender shrub,
His long branches sheltering the birds,
Her aromatic petals soothing the horses,
The limited ageing process of its pink,
The lengthened survivability of its purple,
His nature resilient against any gale or breeze,
Her nature silent against any drizzle or storm,
Then, time performed a magical ritual,
Forces of life vanished from each individual,
Figures of energy to become spiritual,
Condensing into shapes, awaiting a miracle,
Then, they went into a deep sleep,
Descended onto Earth as another being,
The cry of joy around the boy,
The cry of wisdom around the girl,
His loud vocals storming out of his mouth,
Her shy eyes smiling towards the wilderness,
The active movements of the body’s four limbs,
The active networks of the brain’s four lobes,
His nature as robust as a stallion,
Her nature as delicate as a nightingale,
Then, time dealt two cards,
Him and her as heads and tales,
As if creating an opposite bond,
Soon to crumble covertly into the ground,
Unforeseen events led them to a deathbed,
Sharing the same ancient moonlit sky,
And only now that time realised,
A forbidden mistake of life and death,
Like the sun and the black hole,
Earth and moon,
Him and her.


Monday, 16th of March 2015

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