In close proximity to eachother
Immortality was hoped for
They joined our hands
Carrying us to a place
We could not carry ourselves
The feather is upon the scale
When our hearts are weighed against it
Triumph will ring out glorisously
Then we shall move on
As trumpets play in the eons
Long after our disintegrated bones
Our energy thrive
One unto another it is representative
Bonds meant to be shall find a way
To claim what is in the fates
From birth to death to life
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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