I awaken to the rhythm of two hearts beating as one.
It is not all beauty, there is a discordance battering them.
Their power flows freely between them, given willing.
They exalt in me, and let it burst forth from them.
I am directed not to destroy but to contain.
The rhythm falters as I once again fade into sleep.
I wake weeping with the one who holds me.
Her grip is a tentative one that could slip at any moment.
She sacrifices everything dear for the good of others.
Only through thoughts of happier times does she press on.
Again no destruction is sought, though this time selfishly.
Never again will I heed this one's call.
I awaken again, amazed at the ease of interconnectivity.
I stand bared, and understood truly for the first time.
Understanding runs like water, a book open for reading.
There is nothing but to laugh at the joy from it.
Where the last only considered punishment forgiveness is given
Freedom is offered and accepted.