No more, to mourn

"The ones ...

    ... that never were?"

Unknown it was,

from start, to see

Two come so near,

when first they wedd

to now, to see

T'is thorny still

one eye half open,

the other half closed.

To hear and know,

yet know not still.

Create, He not,

Desire, He more.

Revealed not still,

T'was he, not her.

When time did pass,

two more did come.

To share they will,

complete they are.

No more, to mourn

"The ones ...

    ... that never were?"

Steven Bassett

January, 2015