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A Poem called "Legend of Eternal Union"

Wish Upon A Star by Caoimhe-Aisling

Wish Upon A Star by Caoimhe-Aisling

Legend of Eternal Union ~

On the verge of course of time's war,
Where brittle frost envelops fire's core,
In which twilight and dawn at each other glance,
Two obscure, misted shadows dance.

Palms touch under the moonlight's landscapes,
As their silhouettes take corporeal shapes,
Sun shines through the cobweb of oblivion,
Two shadows, one couple in a million.

Countless lives around the world,
In each, one finds the other, it's been told,
Striving unity through Forever's Street,
Two bodies, one soul, one heartbeat.

The match is long-sealed in fated certainty,
At the right time, they'll ascend to eternity,
For them, heaven has only one thing to devise,
Two shapes, to exist together, or demise.

- A Poet in Attempt

“Ancient lovers never forget the echo of each other's hearts. An ocean of lifetimes may pass but still, in the end, your heart will guide you home.”

— Unknown Author

~ About the Poem

There's an old legend, made by an unknown romantic a long time ago.

Once upon a time, in a very dawn of time, long before the first civilization known to mankind originated, two parts of the same soul, impregnated with immeasurable and primeval love, came to an agreement. For the first time since they became a whole, they will split up for the sake of their journey to Earth, all in order to one final cause: to find each other again, and to merge. Their goal was to prove to themselves and all the others, that their love is strong enough, their desire engulfing enough, to make them strong enough to outbalance all the obstacles, no matter how enormous they might be. They'd live countless lives, love and lose each other over and over again, only to find each other in another life, again, and again, and again until they overcame everything in their way. Their only reward? Eternal union with each other.

And this short poem? A clumsy ode to the legend. Some people still believe it to be true. Maybe it is, and maybe it isn't, but there is something comforting and immensely romantic in the idea.

© 2020 Ivana Divac

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