The seat beside Him was vacant,no matter how many tried to sit..
Because they saw thrones before it,they saw Heaven before it and Hell was where he sat..
Waiting for her..
In that lonely forest..
As he played flute..
As his flute broke,as the fingers bleed..
Still waiting for her..
Alone he played the swing,as it moved back and forth..
Looking beyond,still looking only at her..
It was not a throne,
It was not a kingdom..
It was not heaven,not hell..
It was not peace and tranquility..
He had nothing there..
Except his haunting pain..
So that no intruder dared..
There was no need for security,
For he his nothing..
Opening up every secret,he stood on the cliff,waiting..
Waiting for her,
To learn..
To accept..
And to move forward may be..
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