Poem 19-1

Michael Preston, Glyphs Member

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Seconds hold still,

The set vision

Of two souls



A thousand cities,

Earth shifted,

Tides, storms,


Yet they find each other




Nations rise

Only to

Collapse in

Crossed bridges,

Shattered worlds,

Yet the pieces

Are set


They share

The air they breath,

The ground they roam,

The soft night sky,

Tattered with ancient light


Gentle looks,

Soft steps,

A question,

And an answer.