The Fall of Eternal Return

The moon’s sliver hangs and swings, like a silver chandelier in gentle breeze

Where once was three, it was foretold that each bare within a portion of the other’s seeds

That gentle dance grants each the distance, releasing sacred passion caught in lover’s breath

For each one polygamist, their spouses fire, life, light and mist and fearless facing tender death

Is it true to love to erect a dam, condemned to chains, to cage, to force a river back through time?

Or is truth found in sympathy to accept that moments apart are as sacred as those shared entwined?

Not abandoned, we held firm to carry the ethereal holy phantom and reverent divine grace

Any and all of the errs of man, demonized by epithet and formed by fallaciousness defaced

What is real when all burns away, when ashes fall and dust decays

The heart of soul, the ethereal One behind our many masks and plays

One is not complete; it is alone and never have we sold shards of held dearest soul

Forgive our children within, the chaos organized yet not by shifting pole

Where we meet, within the center, that dance warming every hearth

When held too firm to soil or from sky, we each become our darkness till rebirth

The spirits remain in bliss when we recall the memory of wistful mystic games

Like tides that rise and fall, like seasons change, we ebb and flow the same

The wholeness of the depth of that intangible enigma exists with no condition

We remember that no need for fear, no doubt the start and end are one position

With patience we silently endure while playing chase, like hound and hare

Not waiting, tension built by anticipation foreseen afar forever returning near