He
Living in shadows hardly seen on the gray walls
perpetuates a myth of unsubstantiated wisdom.
Little is known or even experienced
that does not drive pins further into the flesh.
Veins protest in erupted color bathing once touched flesh.
Can the sharpness of pain be felt through the dullness of life?
The cells wake to the assault but the heart still sleeps
in dreams of escape.

She
Golden light shining through the shadows
painting rainbows over the gray.
Giving knowledge and spiritual sensation
bandaging wounds born of ignorance.
Arteries flowing from Heart to all that would receive
the bounty of love’s touch.
It is the antidote to all that ails.
A purity born from the ashes quenching the thirst
of years of a soul in a drought.

They
a Moment of clarity dividing the equal parts
only to join to a stronger bond of unity.
A time of miracles and joyful celebration.
This is the Was.  

He
Living in the memories lest the true situation
fold in on itself collapsing all that was
into the Now.