Believers
Believers
Dark heels clicked striking the cobblestone; confidence.
A shared spell Spun with warmth; finger tips in night air
He shouldered dark threads spun crisp and clean, accents, bold.
She draped white soft with gold flowing like rivers old
He was iron a soft strength, pliable with furnace.
She was heat from nothing, like a flame glorious.
Tender sways hide still their frail knowledge shared in myth.
Known only as bare truth. Believers ‘neath night sky.
My imagination brought me a man and a woman dancing by themselves in a square late at night and it was beautiful, so I tried to write it down.