Prelegy

The purest loss that no one will see,

the greatest life that was never to be.

Invisible in cosmos’ plan,

yet to us the whole of man.

It was a dream of ideation,

to add to Image another creation-

in combination improve

the fruit of our love.

What evil could come

from such intentions?

Creator, still,

canceled Will,

said and done.

The emptiness of chances missed,

of hands not held and cheeks not kissed.

Our tears don’t dry but only mist,

there is no air into which they could persist.

There are no walls to receive our cries,

no presumption of demise,

for s/he who did never exist,

So our sobs fall un-echoed into the Abyss.

The hope of chance, of cycle new,

does not change a heart from any color but blue.

Yet all the same the light remains,

should we choose to pursue despite the pain.

Our love does too in ample reflex,

reach back to us and to the other project:

in good and bad we shall endure,

our perforated hearts, they can be sure,

of our partnered stand,

before cosmos’ plan.