Love Story
Ours too was a little story, great one perhaps. I was a sky over her earth, Long before there were the sky and the Earth. But with time’s flipping and flitting, Life grew through our painful separation. In oneness we had put on a cape of good hope, Vying to make East and West meet; Though I brought down skies to sail through her waters, Earth like time again turned out to be a cycle. Upon the coming of each night When the storytellers narrate, Thus love and history writhe and rhyme in pain.