In the beginning they were
Swimming in a river of discovery,
Ferried along by the undercurrent of secrecy,
Floating on the dark reflection- trust-
Pioneered by common desires.
Shifting landscapes brought with them
Deeper valleys filled with white lies
And unspoken opinions, like the boulders
That shred the path of the river
False hope barricaded the truth from their hearts.
Volcanic ash filled their lungs, like the lies in the air
Dark clouds hid the light from perception so that
The truth never escaped as the dark essences through
The lips. Trapped inside a dimensionless version of
Reality; pulled further from eliteness.
Honesty rose up the lung and flowed over
The tender lips out of the fragile mind like lava
Avoiding the pressure and heat of the dark chasm.
The purity, exiling flowers from their stems, destroys
The illusion of emotional attachment and life long relationships.
Plentitude of tears flooded the faces behind their masks,
Mingling with the guilt that joined them like fetters that
Bind slaves beneath the cruel sun. Absolution is promised
Flight by the fear of rejection when depression wins and
Tells them the story that two hearts are better than one.
So comes the time when they unravel
The lies whispered through the canopy
By dissecting every word scribbled or
Carried by the wind for its deeper meaning,
Now that faith is lost in the 7th dimension of Hell.
Trust carves stalactites in the ceiling of their hearts
Drop by drop building a library of half truths
Never to be burnt by love and like
Icicles predicting its dome
Their relationship crashed time after time.
