Two souls were kindled in the void’s first breath,
Before the galaxies had learned to turn—
One flame that split to chase its other half
Through dark and light, through every age’s burn.
They met as hunter, hunted, in the reeds;
As scribe and queen beneath a cedar’s shade;
As sailors lost when tempests broke their steeds—
Each time the heart remembered, unafraid.
No distance dimmed the tether spun of star;
No death could snap the cord that bound their core.
Though centuries would scatter who they are,
The echo called them back forevermore.
Eternal, they return—two halves made whole,
One quiet fire that warms the endless soul.
by Luck