Two souls shining in the dark.
Our fires burn brightest when we two are together.
When by chance or design we part,
void shall dim our lights,
and threaten utter coldness.
But when we burn into each other's arms,
the void creeps in...
stealthily, silently...as only voids can.
Its cloaked fingers slither into our heat,
and clench the wick,
and though we may be near,
the warmth is rotten.
There is now only fear.
Our flames no longer suck the same air;
Our fuel is consumed.
And, for a time, we befriend the void.
. . . . . . . .
But there, in the dark, right there,
burns another flame,
one that is fresh, bright, brighter.
One that holds the void at bay,
'til another day...
--by mdl
mdl