She was wild,
a beautiful hurricane I wanted to tame.
But instead I had to tame myself,
I had to grow roots, so strong,
I would withstand the insane
force I felt when I was with her.
Like the sun and the moon.
we celebrated the phases of collectively brightening the world,
as well as we honored our space,
as it was the necessity of our sacred reunion.
The little sun,
I never called her mine,
I called her hers,
she was hers,
as she had to stroll around the world independently,
independently, knowing that we would meet again,
meet again and merge our unique forces,
the way we did every time when the day was kissing the night.
Like darkness and light.
We had no reason to lie, because we did not hide,
we did not hide our composition of black and white.
Attended thousands of funerals, funerals of our own mad pieces,
of self-protective non-sense that we wanted to burn.
Dived into the darkness, the sacred darkness of each other,
in order to experience the light,
the light of thousands of births of our improved versions.
Like in a colorful garden.
We celebrated all the flowers,
flowers which fought themselves towards the light,
which were growing out of the dark mud, where we had planted the seeds,
seeds that were evolving into unforeseen beauties,
beauties which reminded us, of how precious our work was.
Like magnificent instruments,
we could have played the melody of life individually,
but together,
together this melody became the most profound composition,
a composition which I wanted to be carried by until my last breath,
until death would transform me into the frequency of eternity.
