Two Souls
Two souls intertwined, like music, and dancing
They whirl about beneath the pale moonlight,
Twisting and turning in tim with an unheard song.
Every shade of the spectrum is reflected 
Off their magnificence, save Black, and White.
Black and White the souls embrace.
Black, that darkest of darkness, 
The perfect description of night, of life.
White, representing the light, the good 
In each soul.

Suddenly the dance changes.
The pace becomes frenzied, the moves wild.
And as suddenly, they stop, frozen in place,
Unable to move: Frozen by fear.
Fear of what comes next.
Then they laugh, and laugh, and laugh some more.

The dance resumes, even more beautifully than before,
If that is possible.
Slowly, rythymically the souls roam about the countryside.
Finally they separate, exhausted, exalted, ecstatic.
They go their own ways, with only a kiss as a good-bye.
Two souls intertwined, like music and dancing.
Perfection.

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