Falling from the sky and a garden
We planted we tried, tilled the soil
Some were ripe, some spoiled
We tended and worked in the desert
Used the earth, We had each other
No other, we continued and remembered
In youth, he loved us too, we knew
We held on and tied clenched
Hands in one fist, enlaced, warm bliss
Physically comforted, spiritually declined
We rebuilt until our temple began to shine
With the divine in mind to elicit all the time
We needed more, our hearts still soar
From missing each other, only a few years
Eons for two completed souls dancing Above
Intertwined in faith, also gracing Below.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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