Chapter III: The Light At The Edge Of The Border
In which the Dancer and the Boy receive a notice of deportation. The Girl needs to return to her country within the week, or be ejected by force...
So loud was the clarion forgotten yet we sang to hear it not in fear of loss The line was drawn, our grip only grew stronger As we whispered one last promise - "won’t let go"
Like water in our hands, our paradise escaped us Our worlds did not belong and thus our hearts grew out these thorns It couldn't last, that life was never truly ours These screaming warnings had lain written on the wall!
So elope from all – and steel our hold! As the misanthropes and exiles that this dream made us become! For still we worship that bright moment in life’s shadows When these great dreams became the mournful end of all …And the most beautiful beginning
So are we blessed now with the knowledge Of what it feels to be so whole? Or did we poison our lives with a brief taste of paradise?
-S
For M.
