In the grandiose beginning,
we were consuming fire,
roaring and sparking bright,
untouched it seems by time,
our fruit eaten wild and free,
dancing in dawn’s new light.

But time, with its unrelenting hands,
carved its lines upon our brows,
and the fire so hot became a steady glow,
a warmth that holds through cold nights,
and crackles in the quiet.

We are both the storm and the calm,
the fight and the forgiveness,
the distance and the closeness,
warmed in the history of shared days,
and the glow of memories relived.

Through the seasons of joy and sorrow,
we remain, not as we were but enduring,
our testimonies told in the face of time
as moments together still warm,
still unfinished, still evolving.

 

20/6/2024