I write for,
I write for two stars
In two galaxies
One is not existing without the other
And one sees life through the happiness of the other
In rough times, one wishes to carry the hurt of the other
In the cold, she burns like an autumn leaf to warm her
One holds the other’s dear, and the other hers cannot miss
They both know that, only with each other
Shame or guilt or anguish is to share
Because even if the universe collapses to itself
Their death dusts well they,
Shall swirl and float endlessly
In an endless abyss
And nothing will remain
But nothing can refrain
The longing of Their union,
the union of two of Cabanel’s fallen angels
and infinity will swallow infinity whole
but like an echo of eternal hope
like a hopeless futility
the union of a mother and her daughter
will remain one free soul.
