They had loved in the Caves of the Morning
\nin that winter of shortage and strife.
\nHe asked: \u201cWhence fares the wind of our breathing?
\nIs there a Name to this life?\u201d
\nAnd she watched the smoke spiral and wither,
\nas she bowed to the spark that awoke.
\nWhen she\u2019d wrapped up back intoher hides
\nshe gravely spoke:<\/p>\n
It is hidden in the shards of the rainbow,<\/strong> They had loved in the city of Zenith It is mingled with the trail of a moonbeam,<\/strong> We had loved in the domed halls of Umbra, It is written in the rays of the nova,<\/strong> They had loved in the Caves of the Morning in that winter of shortage and strife. He asked: \u201cWhence fares the wind of our breathing? Is there a Name to this life?\u201d And she watched the smoke spiral and wither, as she bowed to the spark that awoke. When she\u2019d wrapped up back intoher hides… <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":625,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-724","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pairodice.de\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/724","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pairodice.de\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pairodice.de\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pairodice.de\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pairodice.de\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=724"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/pairodice.de\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/724\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":857,"href":"https:\/\/pairodice.de\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/724\/revisions\/857"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pairodice.de\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/625"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pairodice.de\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=724"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nin the haze at the edge of the plain.<\/strong>
\nThere\u2019s a Name in our heartbeat that\u2019s calling<\/strong>
\nas we dance to the pulse of the rain.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nand, dreamily, holding him tight,
\nshe asked: \u201cDo our Paths form a pattern?
\nDoes God dream of our footsteps at night?\u201d
\nAnd he drank in the sounds of the city,
\ndistant cries and the song of a child,
\nand, shivering, caressing her hair,
\nhe gently smiled:<\/p>\n
\nand the thunder at the rim of the sea,<\/strong>
\nthere are patterns glimpsed in dream, song and mirror<\/strong>
\nbut our Path there is all that we\u2019ll be.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nand Io shone bright in the sky.
\nYou gazed at the beauty around us,
\nwonderingly whispering: \u201cWhy?\u201d
\nAnd our life support sang like the ocean,
\nand space was the cave overhead,
\nand I felt the chill brush of the eons
\nas I said:<\/p>\n
\nand the dust from the distance untold.<\/strong>
\nThere are answers too vast to have meaning.<\/strong>
\nThere are reasons too small to behold.<\/strong>
\nAlways up and around and within us,<\/strong>
\njust beyond and far too far and so close.<\/strong>
\nWhy there\u2019s rainbows and stardust and thunder <\/strong>no one knows –<\/strong>
\nyet while there\u2019s rainbows and stardust and thunder<\/strong>
\nthere\u2019s the Question we lovers will pose.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"