Love and Peace (A Poetic Tale)

Love was a bird, elegant as a Stork, flying through the Milky Way on shiny, silver wings. Never satisfied with what was, she searched for magic moments to ruffle her feathers in all the right ways. But it was tiresome work and after so many orbits, Love grew weary, and longed for home and Peace.

Peace was a Tortoise shuffling, in no hurry, across a dusty scrub-land desert. He enjoyed the sights, contented in mind, body, and heart. His breathing was easy, and his vision was like a hawk's. He saw, both, inside of himself, and out, across the desert, beyond the setting sun.

Inside Peace, there was a murky world where dark and light co-existed. It was a cavernous place where he poled a raft down a misty river in a waking dream.

When he awoke, there was Love, her back pressed against his shell and body. He felt her tremble. His Tortoise paw morphed into a human arm and hand. He pulled her closer, feeling a trickle of warm liquid meandering down his arm.

"Why can't I teach you to fly?" she blurted, turning to him. "We'd never have to be apart."

Peace raised his morphed hand. "My appendages were made for wandering, as your wings were made for flight."

Love asked, "Do you ever think about me when you wander your desert?"

"In every pebble and stone, I see you," he said. "And when you're racing among those heavenly bodies, do you wonder about me?"

"I always long for your arm to be around me," she replied. "I wish you had two, but one is better than none."

They laughed. She turned, nestling in the crook of his arm, again. 

"Tell me about your travels," Peace said. "I want to hear about every quasar and meteorite."

As she always did, she spoke in Lullaby. Her words became his dream. Soon, the cadence of her voice lulled him to sleep. For a while, she lay quietly, thinking,

"Positive and Negative. Light and Dark. Good and Bad. Without one, there can be no completeness."

Love closed her eyes. She joined Peace in a dream, where together, they flew beyond the clutch of time.