In the beginning all he could see was beauty,
Pure prodigy,
Conflict wasn’t a part of his consciousness yet.
Play was all he sought and smiles all he received,
But with age came awareness,
Of pain endured prior to his presence.
Ongoing wars.
He gazed into eyes of anguish, which previously portrayed love,
Longing for adoration, lost and left behind,
He explored her landscape and emotions,
Searching for understanding,
Wondering whether withdrawal was the way,
Or just weakness of his will.
With perception came possibility,
Could he heal the hurt?
Some had tried but few had succeeded,
When they did it seemed temporary,
And they perished for their presumptions of peace.
Responsibility revealed further fissures,
He realized his own past was tainted too,
Her past was his past.
A broken soul amongst broken souls,
Surrounded by suffering,
Recurring rituals.
The tragedy of time,
The terror of eternity,
In facing this he found firmament.
And she welcomed him once again with open arms.
Some Words Left Behind 