In each other.We see the light ofthe Lamb ineach held hand,each tear-welled eye,each drawn-out goodbye. Goodbye. Dreadword, sputteredthrough crowdsand moving trains.Life pulled from life,heart from heart,expectance of eternity erased. But somethingshimmers just abovethe surface. This traceof gold. The city. Offorever writtenon our hearts. We know sorrowbecause we know joy;we know goodbyebecause of hello.Things must die, here,for the crocusesto bloom. But we want things tolast forever, don’t we? When the last embracecannot be enough,and you can’t relive itenough. One day, there will beno more goodbyes.An everlasting embrace,eternal leaning. The hand will be held,the teary eye dried,the widow cared for,the orphan beloved.
Lux
