fair steppe
It’s funny
That you would think all I desire is your light,
That I’d only ever want the angels that haven’t fallen.
My dearest,
We were once naught but one as a whole
It was true chaos that ripped us apart
The very same that drew us back.
A man would have no self without you,
As a shadow would not be cast without your radiance.
Fret not; neither you nor I are entirely
The light nor its shadows.
The very chaos that broke us apart
Was the very same that brought us together.
I will not have you without your shadows,
And you will not have me without my light.
For what are we meant to,
If not to sway to the madness
As the tides do to the moon,
Or as the trees do to the storms
That threaten their very existence?
Tell me again, mi amor
What are we if not inevitable
When our shadows meet our light
As the night gives in, to dawn
So I do, to you.
near tree