Divide

The candlelight

was weak,

about to fade away.

The winter had laid us bare,

but the trees

encircled us,

made for us an

unassuming home.

In his arms

there was a tenderness

something unusual.

I sensed a seeker

that had dropped

old attachments

and penetrated the

thousand-year divide

between lives.

In his words

were ancient whispers,

an electric promise

radiating through the ocean

and flowing to the stars.

The journey

was about to begin

fresh and new

ancient and arcane

ageless and eternal.