found object

by alafoel

Those Two Lovers!

let riverrun of Adam twice,
it’s tide’s millennium stand,
two ponies once just stallions,
fade to one as grand.

And weathered on,
and let badge hold:
that Apple one side,
Wings present t'other.
and Two as One
and One as Two
and always will have been.

And let ask, now, little colt:
those tears. Those tears!
you never let yr.self cry:
do they flow now, in jest?
or trickle out of closeness, compassion?
Can they really betray something so Simple and True?
That sadness presents, here and now, itself inside you?

Nervous young Thing,
Stallion of two.
let yr.self be known!
Family and Friends can try,
inspect empty heart as home.
empty, as it is, as it was of water:
salt of tears! yet, too, of river,
that stands just beyond thine roan.
empty, now, with room for love
room to grow and try!

little blossomed orchid sticks,
rooms within as should.
Let it grow! and water now!
and pierce it with the sun!
a little place to crawl about,
and petal in those veins.
Is he but an orchid too?
Grown inside your heart?

Try and reach and feel that coat.
and let end fade, restart.