The First

This is a piece of art by Akiane Kramarik. She normally writes a story or a poem to accompany her painting's, but she did not for this one. This one is called "The First," she was 15 when she painted it. She invited others to write something for the piece, as it "defied explanation" for her. Following certain events, I was moved to write. What follows the painting, is an attempt. It is as Walt Whitman wrote, "the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse" (Leaves of Grass).

the First Two had a Fall—

Yet, stayed as One

through it all

The Divine’s hand-wrought pair—

Yet, the Man failed—

to protect
 

a new Two had a Break—

Yet, not mended

ne’er to be
 

They were their First Loves each—

Yet, the Man failed—

oh the Flesh!
 

The Two were reconciled

Yet, new pathways—

To Be walked
 

his heart aches to be One

Yet, our lips will—

never meet

 

"One day," was the oft repeated refrain. Now, tears fall as most precious dreams dissipate before the very eyes beauty once beheld as their own. A finality that is terrifying and all too real has come, as blitzkreig on a slumbering village or the seizing gasp in one's chest before a plunge. I have yet to wake up or take the dive, nor shall I.

Soli Deo Gloria

 - The Reader