In the heavens up above us, in the darkest of their dark
Where the gleaming iridescents shine above their common spark
Where the silence thickens deeply, and the space has densed the more
There, a stone while gliding slowly, held two friends upon its floor
Long ago these souls acquainted, before time itself began
In the beauty of an iris that ignited their life span
Now afloat and sitting calmly, they gazed off into the night
In their view, there twirled many, but they focused on one sight
There, amongst the many buoys, drifted one specific sphere
Gleaming lightly like a crystal, fragile, blue, a fallen tear
Earth entranced these ageless spirits, seized their hearts with sympathy
As they looked into the stillness, sadness roamed within them, free
“Gabrius,” spoke Mithrael, vibrant lights played off his voice
“We have fought together nobly, learning lessons, gaining choice
Witnessing the varied cent’ries, we’ve become the souls we are
But we never perceived change in this gloomy fallen star.”
And the other nodded glumly, reminiscing of the days
When he wandered as a soldier upon earth’s forgotten maze
Where he thirst and where he hungered, where he longed to find the cure
To humanities’ enslavement, to carnalities’ false lure
In that moment’s recollection, memories played out in scenes
With the cosmos as the backdrop, with the darkness as the screen
Vivid eons flashed before them, painting visions in the sky
Prophesies that were delivered, promises that went awry
As the pictures began dimming, tender embers lingered on
Sighing softly and arising, the two souls erased the drawn
Not regret was at their doorstep, much too wise were these two hearts
But the ache of needed lessons and the woe that played its part
“Mithrael,” spoke Gabrius. “It is time for light to come,”
“Let us go and help the needy, in this distraught global slum,
For tis true no change has happened, yet we know it must be thus
Let us be the serving spirits that our earthly paupers trust.”
And the two companioned beings soared off to that tiny dot
Through the light-years of the cosmos, through the universal lot
Leaving there the heavy silence and fluxed celestial glare
Hurried off to guide their soul mates, still asleep and unaware
Viktoriya Neverov-Krstic
