The sun was setting and their whole world was quieting down
for the night, as the night crawlers began their ascent. The breeze felt warm
on their skins and the world pushed away by the force of their coming. The roots
and branches of the trees made way for their passage and the rocks stood still
and whole in their grandeur, waiting for the moment when they would provide a
surface for their joining.
Two walked hand in hand down the path, the shadows of the moonlit
trees playing across their skin. Silver mixed with grey, darkness mixed with
light, there was no definition to be seen, there was no boundary they needed to
adhere to.
Their bodies became mirrors of this mix, moving with each
other to their own rhythm.
The world came down to this. There was no sight left unseen,
there was no shadow that could not receive the light, there was nothing that
was held between them. They were all that was beheld by the other.
The world came down to this. Their movements flowing from
one to the next, no hesitations, no hidden nuances to discern the truth. They were
all that was beheld to each other.
The world came down to this. There was no line between them,
there was no darkness left enshadowed, there was nothing but truth held between
them. They were all that beheld by the other.
The world came down to this. This moment, this truth, this
love.
They were all that there was. They were all that there is. They
were all that needed to be.
