The Lives of Him and Her

COINCIDENCES they don’t just happen. Call on your mind and the mind is full of fractions of transactions. Can’t contemplate the fate of the two bears. Their hands intertwined defined, find reason can’t the season of fog and rain and wilted grain. CHANCE does not occur willingly, sparingly the senses activate the hate inside us, comply with us we will fight. TRY thy hand that feeds our needs crying out to our ancestors we feel their presence and we are whole again, reunited once more in the stars we seek the light that binds us, blinds us, sends us on our way the cup of forgotten life to start anew our life as one, as whole. Denied the right to live as a
BRIGHT new life love harmony eccentricity of their hearts. Dirty and unwashed we live the day with swords and shields, pressed to our breast faint flags in the stormy skies on horses we ride. She sings oh dear god, she sings and beauty is holy, no church is holy her breath comes to us, calls to us I cannot find the white deer that bounds through the woods, the wolf she cries out to the moon, the owl he hears her and shrieks for her they meet in the meadow so pale in the light. United again after a thousand years their fears disappear when they are together again. Brought down by the wind the sails, fail to catch the breeze to carry them home. A thousand years or seventy she’s lost on the seas, an island so desolate yet filled with life this is not home. Come to us again. Find us again, hold us in your arms and comfort us. Never leave again but you must. We must part. They find us confide in us their secrets they wear a hooded cloak to shield from the men who hunt them down with fire and spears. Fears in the brought in the shadows he lives in our dreams, he steps through dreams, the god the dream king we love him, fear him, and want him. Condone the gift that shows through the pale shimmering glass that dulls our minds, hides behind a light that calls to us. Loves with us. A mask is white and pure our faces hidden beneath so dirty and clean the sheen of sweat on our brows as ash falls on the cremated village our hopes and our fears live in the soil and from them grow new days and shades of main sane we are not, I am not she finds us all in the dark and holds her lantern high we hear her voice and we follow her through the labyrinth caves deep in the mountain. The rain fades and falls away leaving us anew to bathe in thunder. Asunder that ships she sinks so far from home yet behind that silver gray cloud is that distant continent but the sirens pull us to her naked breast slick with seaweed and hair so long and gold and pale red. Like her eyes, dear god her eyes, so sweet and hungering we would do anything for those lips and the look in her eyes. Sailors are gone drowning deep under the sea in an eternal embrace. She flounders onto the beach, in torn clothing, soaking down to the bone, she peels away and we sea her soul, clean through the skin so pale and eerily translucent I can’t hear her heart beating from so far away. Clay around her feet molding and forming something different something new. As a goddess that sprang from the sandy shores her children bore from war and clung to our ears as they say we will not bear to live again in these years so far away from god, the beginning, our days are ending, their hearts are mending so far we’ve come with the swords and the spears, fire in our brains so conflicting I cannot hear her heart beat from here. Child she mourns for the day she saw her mother fall in love with the fawn, into the pit they fall yet so in love they do not care and the child she weeps in joy to see them fly intertwined desire she learns the life of wine in a cup, to be human she says is to tell and live the story all the same. He came from the clouds, the mountain he crumbles down to the dirt, the earth we become as one and grow fine and tall with the birds their freedom gives us the chance to breathe I never heard of such a thing what trivialities spill from my tongue he holds me close, counts my constellations on my skin. I can feel him hear him, his heart beat the drum and rhythm to my life. I hold him close I never want to lose him. I’d kill those sirens and swim with those sailors to save them their pain is my woe. But this man he holds me and won’t let go I love him for it he loves me for it. A different time where he holds a sword and a shield, and rides a horse to meet his enemy on the ice. Suffice I will with this retribution they deserve they found their doom their day has ended. I wait in Camelot to find my love he sees me and runs to me and holds me and we are free. Into the dawn, the sunset the horizon we ride, we sail into a better new day where our fears are left behind they cannot find us as one we find that Bliss that so deserves us. I sail on the sunken ship in dreams. I climb the crumbling mountain her dragon like a fiery heart inside her, red and horned black she shrieks and flame consumes us in a light embrace we face the day the dragon her treasure surrounds her and we leave her content not interested in prying a mother away from her children, her golden children. Surrounding her in piles of jewels. In that cave. In that mountain cave she is the heart that beats like a drum inside that crumbling mountain, I faint I falter to cry to the demon inside his handsome face his smiling face I do not waiver to see that he is powerful and powerless in that time. My time he sees that I will not love him, although I do, he flees to his kingdom and sulks under his weighted gain of silken stars. Ivory nights and sea blue mornings I fly on speckled wings to meet him in that meadow, though I am the wolf and that king is the owl she flies so silently like whispers in the trees she spies me so carefully from afar I emerge on a silver cloak and bare skin, from those edge of trees I hear her scream a shriek of a bird so joy fills my veins I am the owl, the man who calls to us. He flies on a feathered cloak and burns his ears on the moon so bright.
Called and caught between the ease of faith he falls into the abyss that is his own making defined by her right and his wrong seething and waiting I pray in the darkness as a tiny light shines through the dungeon door. He’s there that king of dreams he tells me to follow him and I do as I sit there by the stones of the wall. I follow him into the darkness of his realm and I feel slightly warm and cool on the inside of my chest am I hollow? But I am not he hears my heart beat. I feel his arms surround me as I blindly walk into his kingdom.