Eternal Embracers

And they were there, clutching each other in a desperate embrace,
acknowledging nothing else but themselves,
no room for second thoughts...
The white moonlight bathed their pale skin,
their eyes studying each other's soul,
and time was reflected in them... and endless one,
which has somehow become a burden... a part of their grief.
A tear found its way through,
red and sublime,
leaving its trail of pain,
sliding its bearer to a estate of grief,
for such a burden of life has become unbearable,
yet extraneous feelings for holding on, seemed to surface on their own.
Their worn out hearts have somehow wrapped themselves in hardness,
so many times wounded, so many times prey of fears,
but mostly, prey of human feelings of pain, grief and sadness.
Their embrace, to alleviate the laments that filled their minds, heart and soul,
their fingertips, cold at the touch,
searching, seeking for comfort, tranquility to ease their worn out beings...
risers of the night,
but also raisers of their own lament,
at the taking of those who serve the purpose of easing their nature.
Embracers of mother night and mourners of their own dead lives,
earth-bound beings of an endless time,
grief bearers of bleeding hearts,
and eternal lovers who persist in reaching each other's hearts,
perfect lovers of love with a reckless thirst to be quenched.
They would not shake loose from each other,
grief and love compounded them,
all rest is vain, futile, yet a feast for them...
cold kiss to fill their beings with a purpose,
and an endless night to make it happen,
and a painful endless time filled with pain and perhaps joy,
a time for them to walk the marshes hand in hand,
a time to share the agonising feeling of the others,
a time to be each other's sentinel, each other's eternal embracer
a time to be whare all things die and whither away,
an endless time to embrace each other's pain... each other's laments...

RQ
Moscow
2.5.10