The Story of Two Lovers

Remembrance of what had been and would never be again to have journeyed through a dream state of emotions wrought that drip slowly still filling the well of the heart quenching the throat of loneliness when needs were met in an exchange of binds, reaching out with tender arms of expectations and desire as they lit the wick of love's candle to remove the empty dark that stirs on the twilight of their horizon washed in the color gray where they wait to kiss the passionate hungry lips of a lonely traveler who enters the realm of their hope with a burning yearning to be loved as them and for a time the world collapsed into a singular face of exhalation filled with the glorious glow of internal blossoms raining the air in sacred fragrant scents that poured down on the hearts of lovers entwined like vines wrapped around the days of life where fruit hung heavy and ripe with thoughts of an eternity found to be an illusion painted by the hand of false dreams of what love should be, and for a time was perhaps, their bonding of forever and timeless was a moment's pause on life's journey that became a memory of two lonely hearts who joined in the struggle of life to find peace, even if briefly when emotions erupted like a volcano spilling out on the landscape of their dreams removing everything in its path with its molten state of energy until it cooled and hardened on barren ground that was once a garden where lovers walked in the star-dust light of romance with eyes of wonder that now turn away in silence on their long slow path back to loneliness 7/22/22