Utrosque Ignis Tentorium (Two Sides Of The Hanging Fire) Poem by Victoria Lin

A turn pending midnight thy heart in sorrow with,
Reminiscences of pungent ache. Swathed within
Recollections of our beloved nimrods, binds us inside,
Capability to see splendor but them has thinned.

Half a turn pending midnight, met us afar, equally adrift
Essences wondering. Awaiting our beloved ones, faithfulness
Like a silver butterfly drifted upon thee. O'er it healed,
Your weary heart, at slightest an element to trigger conciseness.

Overwhelmed with fear due to memories, providence
Kept you afar, yet we met at final note. Alas, as mere
Acquaintances, still the similarities show, slowly found,
Each other. Or perhaps it was wit that alleviates your fear.

I am a swinging pendulum, never resolute and whole,
Until I realized, an Angel I have loved.
I have again lost my heart and my soul,
They are with you, my beloved twin stellar of above.