Feb 20 Morning
And then they met,
But not with ease.
They’re darting flames,
Yes, such a tease.
So now they talk,
But not that much.
Still keeping things,
It’s all on hunch.
And so they listen,
As the other talks.
Picking the pieces,
But careful like hawks.
Their interests piqued,
They look for more.
Learning something new,
T’was never a bore.
But the question still rings.
Where is the wolf?
The knight?
The angel?
The memories,
The touch still burning.
The light fades
As the world started swirling.
