So years turned wheels within the sky,
And centuries passed like breath gone by.
They walked through worlds, through fire and clay,
Each soul alone — yet never stray.
He served in silence, she sang in rain,
They touched the world through joy and pain.
Never once did they forget
The echo of that first sunset.
Till one still dusk, where stars don’t end,
They met — not as lover, not as friend,
But as the light within all things,
The space between the flame and wings.
No body held, no name was said,
No past to weigh, no path to tread.
They were not two, not even one —
They were the breath that births the sun.
She was the curve of rising mist,
He was the hush the stars had kissed.
Together now in all that moves —
In wind and wave, in heart that proves.
They were the silence in the seed,
The ache that makes the poet bleed.
They were the shimmer on the tide,
The soul of all that won't divide.
And in that truth — not seen, but known —
They found the place that was their own.
Not heaven's gate, nor mortal shore,
But love that asks for nothing more.
No need to speak, no need to stay,
They were the song the worlds obey.
And still they are — in light, in rain,
In every joy, in every pain.
For love like theirs does not expire —
It births the stars, it feeds the fire.
Not bound by flesh, nor name, nor role —
But written in the cosmos’ soul.
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