5: 90: The Rift

Excerpt 90 from Journal 5, 'Reaching My True Love'
   -From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'

My Love, I have been to the rift...
Weightless, I existed there, reaching for you...
I did not believe in falling, so I did not fall...
I did not believe in wanting, so I did not want...
I simply was...
Eternities theme was all that glistened...
Finalities cast was all that glowed...
It surrounded us like a beautiful luminescence...
Its features gave us an endless night...
We walked like shadows on an earthbound plight...
In the mouth of the firepit was our pain, yet we did
   not fear it...
In its choking vacuum, we did not need air...
We breathed each others stories and respired our own...
Life could not consume us, we were destined to live on...
Oh, My Love, how your story will become mine of how
   you overcame...
How your rage will rise like heat from this fire...
For it is my fuel and I let it grow...
It is my purpose and I let it aspire...
Our love does not require vengeance...
Our hearts do not requite lifes punishments...
For we have punished each other and so
   forgiven each other...
And so shall we be healed in forgiveness...
For love has naught but its own rhyme and reason...
And relinquishment of hate has its own combustibility...
Let only this fall into the firepit we stare into...
For only in resonance of story do we balance
   on the rift unsinged...