It’s the simplest of gestures
Gathering innocence in a bottle
when our smiling eyes pierce through diamond walls of meteorites
Crash and burn on to graphite
Leaving feather winged butterflies
Dancing in the moonlight–
a lonsdaleite.
Nurtured nature unearthing precious gems
With loving embrace
We stood watching
Each step suffering incited long lost memories
Awakening broken cycles and discarded promises.
Do you remember when we first met
In the desert dressed in golden brown armour and Suspicion breathing from one another
Until you laid down your sword
And truce was upon us?
How far have we arrived at our own understanding to truth…
I still miss you
My warrior king.


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