Still Leaping Heart

The oddest idea I can think of right now
Is that there might be romance in the stars,
With the way they dance in ordered spins,
Rising and falling as the night passes on.

In the lightless forest we linger for a moment,
The touch of your hand on my shoulder,
Making me wonder about purpose—
Can there be something great in such a small notion?

As the wind that passes through the trees,
So the thoughts rustle through my head
When I see you feeding my soul with your smile,
As warm as the broth that strengthens my limbs.

Twilight is still just enough illumination,
Even away from the hot fire we know we must kindle,
To see the honesty of a friend in the shadows,
And I trust you would catch, with ease, my still leaping heart.
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With the release of every chapter of Below the Land, I will be posting a companion poem. This is the poem related to Chapter 15.

Heartbeat and Mine

One day we’ll get it just right,

You and I,

Where your hand clasps mine

Just right.

Meaning that though we’ve got it all now,

That one day the earth will see

And beware the coming fire

That we will make.

Like two waves coming together as one,

The breeze that ripples a tune on a grassy hill,

A tortoise winning the race,

Or a comet slinging past the sun.

What was strong

Will be strongest.

What was lovely

Will be loveliest.

With your hand in mine,

We breathe with the life in us,

The fire running through us,

And a heart beating, beating with a heart.