The seeds remember-
In the span between-
The first eye contact-
And the last flying dagger-
Between hands-
Intertwined for eternity-
And between hearts-
Torn apart forever-
Between miracles-
And unanswered prayers-
Between stillness of the mind-
And numbness for the truth-
Between the fibres of the matrix-
Amidst forgetfulness of youth-
During summer of the soul-
During winter of the body-
In open trunks-
Of ships that sank-
In seas of tears-
In every role behind the screen-
Between the breaths-
In every pupil-
The seeds of spirit-
Always remember-
How to love —

©️ Dalia Lane