Broken

We ran in the wild and stole a quick glance.
Found wonder together, began the last dance.
We spoke of the beauty the world did pass by.
Created a fortress on mountain top high.

Vision extended beyond all our dreams
But soon the earth dwellers decided to scheme.
They reached towards that billowy perch where we stood
And without our awareness began felling of wood.

We tried to hold fast but demons are strong
They never slow down, their patience is long.
How could we survive such a venomous onslaught?
The poison infecting the beauty that was wrought.

Slowly the glory of all that we knew
Turned rancid and ugly a sight not to view.
So now we do float like bits of a letter,
Torn in pieces and scattered on heather.

Tossed about in winds that are fast.
The pieces are drifting too far from our grasp.
In tears the truth comes raining down
Too much beauty is just not allowed.

Perhaps all that remains are shards of a palace
Stored safe and in hiding away from the malice.
Nothing holds power to steal memories away.
They bloom forever beyond dying day.

And so with a simple nod to the keepers
We cease the journey of two passionate seekers.
Fear not for this lover looks to the stars
Orion still rises with hope from afar.