An Innocence Lost
It began...1793
Born within hours of each other, lying beside each other in cribs, wrapped snugly in blankets as the duty matron checked on each baby individually. Eyes peeked open, brown met green, friends were made. Soul-mates were found.
~~~
We can stay right here
Till our heads are clear
~~~
First steps were made, as they wandered across to one another. Their first words spoken were the same, as both were fonder of Father than Mother. Hair grew and vocabulary increased, teeth fell and were replaced. Dreams were found and ambitions sought.
They lived within minutes of each other, houses mere metres apart. Long summer days were spent basking in each other's company the maid's orders to stop running, ignored with childish grins and the nanny's offer of a book, quickly discarded. The two ran endlessly round the garden, she was dressed in her layers of dress, he in his long trousers and smart white shirt now covered in grass stains. Their hair was tousled but eyes alive, dancing and winkling in the dusky light. Ribbons were lost and the thoughts of bedtimes and sleep forgotten. They saw just each other in a childhood dependency based on the foundations of friendship with the potential for endless love. They could sit talking for hours on end, without a care in the world but for each other. Sundays in church were dutifully spent sat rigid, sneaking mischievous glances at each other, whispering jokes and Mother's stern hand landed on daughter's back but brought no avail.
~~~
We can lose all track of time
~~~
Their fifth birthday arrived, and still they were, the very best of friends. Other's whispered critically, that she should be playing with dolls, and he with a train set, but the two needed no entertainment, only each other and their endless imaginations. Their laughs echoed around the estate as she tried to find him and he raced after her.
Home schooling prevailed and a teacher was hired to indulge them in knowledge they already knew. Books were read in record time and homework completed, tables learnt so school would be over sooner. Blonde hair flew next to brown; giggles flowed through the house and garden. They were in their own haven, quietly sneaking apples from the orchard and grinning as juice ran down chins and eyes shone with youth. Winter was spent indoors, their homes becoming a secret castle with centuries of lingering ghosts.
Father whispered to Mother, Mother whispered to Father.
"What will happen when....."
"She'll hate us if....."
Their dancing eyes saw nothing and their ears heard no whispers. They knew nothing of the
dramatic impending change that was about to occur.
Lives would change, friends would be lost, soul-mates would be parted.
~~~
If I lose you
I lose a part of me
~~~
He was six years old as he sat beside her, their grubby hands clasped. Sinking into his Father's grand leather chair, they sat; eyes wide open. Sharp elbows dug playfully into sides, and smiles were suppressed as their parents entered the room. Tensions increased, fearful glances shared, but still they sat...completely oblivious.
"Leonard." His father began. He looked up, giving his full attention to the man.
"Yes Father?" He asked politely.
"We're moving away, Leonard. Today."
The words sank in, and his world collapsed. His hand tightened around hers and a lump formed in both their throats. This was all they'd ever known. Each other, each other's smile, laugh, eyes........ it was all coming to an abrupt end. Their world was ending, and there was nothing their six your old bodies and minds could do.
He felt like screaming, shouting, yelling at this man who he now loved and hated in equal quantities. He swallowed his rage and it became a small whimper, matching hers exactly. Outside the rain fell as a horse and carriage drew up. The horse reared and hooves thudded heavily on the hard ground.
"Now?" he managed, in a barely audible whisper. His was trying desperately to comprehend what was happening, unable to understand the full extent of this change. She wanted scream and yell, but she remained seated, tears falling down her cheeks. Children were to be seen, but never heard.
"Piper." He gasped out fearfully.
Her cries of woe echoed through the room but no amount of protest or childish sobs would change their parent's commands. Leonard was brought sharply to his feet their hands still clasped in a deathly grip. His father looked at her father in disgust as he desperately tried to pry his son's hand away. She ran with him to the door, and their tears fell together. Brown met green, and brunette saw only golden. His father barged past her father with fiery eyes and his mother regretting committed to a hug from her mother.
Leo tried to fight his father's touch, but his strength far outweighed the small child. Their hands parted and screams finally prevailed. Their fingers were outstretched, a last touch, a last shared moment. Her cries echoed his.
"Leo!"
"Piper!"
Childhood innocence was lost, the true harsh reality of life found sharply and abruptly. Eyes once full of childhood glee and youth glazed over, never to let a love like that enter again, for fear of losing it once more. His Father, though answered respectfully at all times, had lost the awe of his son and would never be forgiven. Hearts closed off to love and friendship, eyes lost a sparkle that they had retained since birth; parents lost their godliness. The world was a different place, no longer full of the wonders of life but instead of the cruelness of it.
Friendships were lost; soul-mates were parted. Perfection was never given forever. They lived their lives respectfully, never being granted a second chance. They committed to lovers, raised a family and eventually died a natural death. Two hearts forced apart and denied love, would again be reunited. With just seconds separating their death, they were reborn and given life on earth to find each other. For soul-mates were meant to be and heaven would not prevail until they were together.
~~~
There are two of us
It's the cycle of our souls
~~~
It ended...1843
It began...1793
Born within hours of each other, lying beside each other in cribs, wrapped snugly in blankets as the duty matron checked on each baby individually. Eyes peeked open, brown met green, friends were made. Soul-mates were found.
~~~
We can stay right here
Till our heads are clear
~~~
First steps were made, as they wandered across to one another. Their first words spoken were the same, as both were fonder of Father than Mother. Hair grew and vocabulary increased, teeth fell and were replaced. Dreams were found and ambitions sought.
They lived within minutes of each other, houses mere metres apart. Long summer days were spent basking in each other's company the maid's orders to stop running, ignored with childish grins and the nanny's offer of a book, quickly discarded. The two ran endlessly round the garden, she was dressed in her layers of dress, he in his long trousers and smart white shirt now covered in grass stains. Their hair was tousled but eyes alive, dancing and winkling in the dusky light. Ribbons were lost and the thoughts of bedtimes and sleep forgotten. They saw just each other in a childhood dependency based on the foundations of friendship with the potential for endless love. They could sit talking for hours on end, without a care in the world but for each other. Sundays in church were dutifully spent sat rigid, sneaking mischievous glances at each other, whispering jokes and Mother's stern hand landed on daughter's back but brought no avail.
~~~
We can lose all track of time
~~~
Their fifth birthday arrived, and still they were, the very best of friends. Other's whispered critically, that she should be playing with dolls, and he with a train set, but the two needed no entertainment, only each other and their endless imaginations. Their laughs echoed around the estate as she tried to find him and he raced after her.
Home schooling prevailed and a teacher was hired to indulge them in knowledge they already knew. Books were read in record time and homework completed, tables learnt so school would be over sooner. Blonde hair flew next to brown; giggles flowed through the house and garden. They were in their own haven, quietly sneaking apples from the orchard and grinning as juice ran down chins and eyes shone with youth. Winter was spent indoors, their homes becoming a secret castle with centuries of lingering ghosts.
Father whispered to Mother, Mother whispered to Father.
"What will happen when....."
"She'll hate us if....."
Their dancing eyes saw nothing and their ears heard no whispers. They knew nothing of the
dramatic impending change that was about to occur.
Lives would change, friends would be lost, soul-mates would be parted.
~~~
If I lose you
I lose a part of me
~~~
He was six years old as he sat beside her, their grubby hands clasped. Sinking into his Father's grand leather chair, they sat; eyes wide open. Sharp elbows dug playfully into sides, and smiles were suppressed as their parents entered the room. Tensions increased, fearful glances shared, but still they sat...completely oblivious.
"Leonard." His father began. He looked up, giving his full attention to the man.
"Yes Father?" He asked politely.
"We're moving away, Leonard. Today."
The words sank in, and his world collapsed. His hand tightened around hers and a lump formed in both their throats. This was all they'd ever known. Each other, each other's smile, laugh, eyes........ it was all coming to an abrupt end. Their world was ending, and there was nothing their six your old bodies and minds could do.
He felt like screaming, shouting, yelling at this man who he now loved and hated in equal quantities. He swallowed his rage and it became a small whimper, matching hers exactly. Outside the rain fell as a horse and carriage drew up. The horse reared and hooves thudded heavily on the hard ground.
"Now?" he managed, in a barely audible whisper. His was trying desperately to comprehend what was happening, unable to understand the full extent of this change. She wanted scream and yell, but she remained seated, tears falling down her cheeks. Children were to be seen, but never heard.
"Piper." He gasped out fearfully.
Her cries of woe echoed through the room but no amount of protest or childish sobs would change their parent's commands. Leonard was brought sharply to his feet their hands still clasped in a deathly grip. His father looked at her father in disgust as he desperately tried to pry his son's hand away. She ran with him to the door, and their tears fell together. Brown met green, and brunette saw only golden. His father barged past her father with fiery eyes and his mother regretting committed to a hug from her mother.
Leo tried to fight his father's touch, but his strength far outweighed the small child. Their hands parted and screams finally prevailed. Their fingers were outstretched, a last touch, a last shared moment. Her cries echoed his.
"Leo!"
"Piper!"
Childhood innocence was lost, the true harsh reality of life found sharply and abruptly. Eyes once full of childhood glee and youth glazed over, never to let a love like that enter again, for fear of losing it once more. His Father, though answered respectfully at all times, had lost the awe of his son and would never be forgiven. Hearts closed off to love and friendship, eyes lost a sparkle that they had retained since birth; parents lost their godliness. The world was a different place, no longer full of the wonders of life but instead of the cruelness of it.
Friendships were lost; soul-mates were parted. Perfection was never given forever. They lived their lives respectfully, never being granted a second chance. They committed to lovers, raised a family and eventually died a natural death. Two hearts forced apart and denied love, would again be reunited. With just seconds separating their death, they were reborn and given life on earth to find each other. For soul-mates were meant to be and heaven would not prevail until they were together.
~~~
There are two of us
It's the cycle of our souls
~~~
It ended...1843