the story of moving orbs

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he’s the calm , stands still

a fire that hides within . under that skin, he holds the sun

she’s the moon, the night, the pain

all the unsteady screams that hold his solid ground

dancing, twisting, bending, circles, never-ending circles

hands lift within the arms, she swirls between the trees

faster and faster branches scraping her skin, blood drips ( steady crimson against the blue moon ) yet she keeps on turning . always turning, can’t stop a soul from bleeding

bruises on her arms and legs, faster and faster, can’t stop, can’t see

his face is a blur, his lifted hand a quiet sign of his longing for her, her safe harbor

yet in the night even the starts can be unseen

but she can’t understand . eyes in a daze . still dancing, still turning

a reflection of the silver glow in the eyes made from waves . her only compass in the darkness

( oh, why is it so loud ) feet scrape, bleed . he’s there yet she doesn’t see those lines that carve his essence, a light spreading under his chest

her body pulling towards him, an invisible needle pointing to him

but she can’t stop, ( so loud child, too loud... please wake up )

he is patient, those fingers reaching and just before she is gone... she reaches for him too

light changes and filters

the sun beneath him and the moon in her raging veins

they create shadows to hide in the light of sounds, and now she stands calm, not moving, his heart dancing for them both

enlightenment caught in moments, peace inhaled through lungs that hold no lies

only truth melted within the pulse of the night

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PsH0WFUgr58

music inspired