Untitled, in dedication; to Spike Spiegal and Faye Valentine
by ^death^ Himura
Sometimes the heart yearns to be free
And sometimes it yearns for acceptance and closure
Trapped within the ribbed cages of one's soul
Pulsing wildly, the thrum of life.
He seeks the angel
with gold-spun hair
She seeks the remnants
of a past no longer there
Like predator's on trails of fresh meat
Not once relenting till the goal has been achieved.
Eyes of green: like prairie meadows after rainfall
Hair of violet: darkened indigo of silken strands
Eyes of brown: mismatched and rueful
Hair of green: mullard head upon crown.
Two souls with destinies thus entwined
Aboard the Bebop they stumble space for answers
Like wandering nomads, truth sought in secrecy and silence
Spike Spiegal and Faye Valentine
Unorthodox protagonists from future's time.
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A/N: I know I know. They don't rhyme. This poem doesn't rhyme. But you see, I don't exactly care. I just wanted something for my dear Space Cowboy and Cowgirl. Hah!