Tidal Pool
By SMYGO4EVA
What awaits them
from secondhand faith
Is anything but a miracle
Not divine judgment
Or just coincidence; there is one moon
In every pool in the light
A great mystery for them
One a sovereign of silence; one a Valkyrie
Separated from adoration
Seeped into isolation
Both hated yet admired by all
Yet never even seen or heard
Every step wades and moves
Not dead, yet not alive
A split second in motion; one movement
In fluid motion
Slender hands, fiery hair, raven locks
Burning together in freefall as one
Tidal pool in a scorching desert
Long forgotten
In a cloistered slumber
A droplet heard in time
