Layers, now. Ever changing

They used to dance across the simple crosses inherited
By the sins of our bearers
She would count the days until the moon set in reverse
All the while inspired by a dream she knew had not a chance
A crippled tree reaching under a canopy of mud for a saving light
Even the most poisoned seeds stood a chance
By some reasoning or another
He would have been so much more then the pattern
Chosen, signed, delivered
That’s what she said and he believed the power of a stone thrown into an awe-striking abyss
They knew each other enough back then to succumb to a tide of swollen bias
Never meant to be permanent

A time had come when he finally could conceive
The tightly held star she once concealed
Only she knew
One was enough
Was it?
“I know the lack of permanence must mean more than this, but I am captivated by the mire”
A thought well cycled
-(over) some would say

“Can we fade if this is only our present fate?”
He would think as she slipped into the unfamiliar
She missed him when he didn’t
Hearts invested in the unconventional
A desperate connection
He loved her as she couldn’t

Brother in arms
Sister losing the bond of relation

Today they recall what once touched the air
Changing, now
When they first looked to the sky they only saw clouds
The layers now consume.