A Tale Of Two Walls

‘Twas as a fine story…

filled with canticles
and sonatas,
a lament in the sound
of breaking glass,
a blood-red gypsy violin
a blind oboe
seduced
by the holiness
of Love,

...a tale of two resonant
heart strings
tied together in a Gordian Knot
destined to meet
and so never meet,

we were falling stars
foreshadowing
the truth that fell upon us;
we were mountains
walking towards one another,
we were minarets of prayers
cast in stone,
shadows in the growl of a long stygian night,

we were oceans of cities
under tempestuous skies and our skies
formed rainbows as we followed
parables of leaves

we were breaths of ecstasy
in the distance between two fingers,
touching....

we were glorious
we were chosen...

a tale of two walls,
unearthed cities
destined to meet in a sleepy
lagoon, filled with nothing but time,

but the time of our weeping,