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
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