Two Lost Parts Make the Golden One

The stream slid past slowly.. A gathering of ten thousand sparkling jewels Pooled water, unaffected by the movement and motion, mirrored the mighty sky.. The image was not sharp or precise It was softened and blurred, more a dream state... Time rolled past like an ancient tide Somewhere from darkened depths Depths that delivered memories... The reflections muted, still Within those memories was born an understanding, a knowledge... For as the night sky needs the moon, and the day the sun... Two lost parts, make the golden one....TAH