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They sat next to each other, each one too afraid to make any move. Held by the eyes, twin pools of perfection, both hiding something from the other. But the need to know the unknown runs great amongst humans. They need to know, but they somehow cant make that dive. For the eyes are like twin pools, twin pools holding the keys to a life, holding the keys to a persons inner most sanctums. Both too afraid to let the other see what they hide the deepest, they danced an intricate waltz around the most powerful of thoughts. This fog of emotions only barely hid the calm before the storm. With no words they made a connection, one to be torn asunder by fear. You see my friend, the unknown is alluring as it is terrifying.

   Neither was bold enough and as they parted ways, only a simple glance was passed between them. But in that glance, oh in that subtle glance passed a myriad of emotions, a symphony of dreams and an orchestra of what some might call love. Young love, but what can justify maturity? Who can put a tag on what one feels? If ones feelings are ones own then who can tell anyone that they are too young, or not ready. Both of them decided that they were ready, both of them needing the other one as the hurricane needs water and wind, as the fire needs air and fuel. As the stars need the darkness....

     But in this darkness lies there love, for neither was able to make that first penetrating move towards something great. Greatness is often just a flys wing away from us, but for all intents and purposes, even those left unsaid, a fly might have the wingspan of of time, a vast chasm broken only by the stars, saw only by father time. Guarded by the most secure of watch dogs, this starry road is walked only by the most powerful of hearts and the deepest of souls. A high way, driven by cars riding on dreams, by boats floating on potential. Both wander this highway cold and alone, too afraid to open there eyes, for the way to happiness is right before them, both turning right before they run into each other. For this is the age old dance, an intricate dance of love not found by any sane device, but cupids arrows hit the most unlikely of people... This highway is not able to be crossed by anyone, at least not when they are alone....

     And so the storm rages, but the eye of the storm is hidden so deeply amongst walls of deception, layers of tears and mounds of unspoken dreams....silent promises made to the darkness, vows smothered by pillows and hopes told only to stuffed bears holding hearts from last years valentines.

     And so in this smothering perpetual darkness two people find themselves, side by side in thought, yet so far apart in the confines of reality. With souls that have cut the oh so fragile bonds on the earth, they fly amongst eagles. The sights they see when together are only that....dreams and prayers, so close to being answered, but there they remain, trapped inside.

       These people are but a foot apart, albeit a foot of fear, a few inches of an impenetrable thing we call love.....

    For loves wings can be fragile, and as we soar amongst he clouds, that heady rush, that rocket to the moon can turn into a freefall towards despair. As easily as one can hold a hand, one can let it go. Some say it only takes a second to fall in love, and the same people can tell you that it takes less to fall out of it. As the child falls out of the crib amongst tears, the lovebird can fall amongst flames.

    Yet does not the phoenix rise from the ashes? Is he not the most beautiful of birds? A song can be broken, but inside that shattered melody rises a perfect harmony, a cachaphony love song, sung into the corners of ones mind, blaring among the mountains of ones inner most places, but doomed to remain there. For are humans not afraid to make that leap? Who would jump out of a plane when there might not be anything to hold you up?

    Only those willing to die will make that leap, and only those willing to go out in flames will live a life of love. For that is the most riskey off all things we can do. Hospitals can heal wounds from playing with guns, Firefighters can put out an inferno caught house....But what method cures the broken heart, the desolate soul? What medecine brings the shine back to the eyes of a human looking into the worst of worlds?

   That medicine my friends is love. Love will set us free, it will destroy us and from it we will rise anew. Those who say we cant love but once are fools with broken hearts. Those who follow that advice are doomed the walked this planet with nothing besides them for they are not risk takers.

   The afore mentioned children are but two of these people. There story is one of sadness to the deepest parts of eearth, and happiness to the highest skies. But there story is unfinished, for the saga is long from done, the music is still playing in there hearts. And as long as someone mans the instruments of the soul then those eyes continue to get deeper and they continue to glaze over when the children look at each other.

   So as they stare at each other, there eyes holding each other as tight as the hands should be, they are intertwined in each others souls. Lost amongst each other in a dream world they dance and play in gladden fields, play in castles floating in he sky. But this dream must come to an end, unless they can push the alarm clock away for another day, allow time for one more romp though the flowers and one more nap by the river. For this my friends is a dream world, apart form the harsh reality of life that is a bleak scene of hatred, lust, greed and power. True power can be found amongst those playing in the dreams, as free as the deer that roam unchecked.

    Please friends, do not wake them, for they are the hope of this planet, and we are the ones playing the instruments that keep the dune they dance to. Please let them lay alone and untouched by our problems. Let them be what we can never be, for we are too afraid to take that leap.

  They were not. Let them live happily ever after.

   Let them be what humans were meant to be, for they have found the secrets that we can no longer find.

    Let them stay together, yet alone and miserable yet so happy.

   Let them love each other in there minds, and speak not a word to either of them, lest you break the trance, stop the joyous piping that they dance too.

   Keep the music going......

For the sake of our worlds, mine and yours, the show must go on.Without this innocence, this love we will find nothing but despair and hatred. With no light to guide us, with nothing to make decisions upon we often slip deeper into a forest of despair and a mire of sadness. These children never existed outside of my mind friends, but the impact that they have had on me is profound. They have made me realize, that without the dream they share, our would will no longer exist. Without the power of there love to hold us together, we will fall apart. And without the slumber that they dance in, there will be no dreams.

   And I have been wrong before, oh how i have erred! But I am sure in this fact, that without dreams we will flounder about and go in no real direction, much less forward.

   And forward is where we need to be going at all times.....