Gifted

They have gifted themselves to one another,
deeply cherishing what they are to themselves,
besotted and gladly accepting what fate has
so kindly deemed them worthy of; each other's
unquestioning companionship. She, enrapturing
his imagination with her long, silky hair and
slender waist that time would not alter, and
he, with his narrow, taut muscularity, delighting
her evermore in their fervent continuity.

It was truly written in the stars. Perhaps the
very constellations of the vast, unknowable
space that is our finite time, as he meticulously
scans the heavens with his telescopes, and she,
priest and chaplain ministering to her flock,
brings word of faith in a heavenly father. The
music of the spheres brought them tenderly
together decades ago, and there they still are.

They perform flawlessly together, sight-reading
Telemann, Cimerosa and Handel, baroque strains
filling the atmosphere with elevating notes and
grand curlicues, as he takes the top line and she
the second, subordinate to no order, effortlessly
melding, meshing, interweaving melody and love.

Much they share, these two, of spiritual and
temporal values, both well steeped in academic
knowledge of medieval history and the zeitgeist
of their times. Sublime music, and the tenderness
of souls, lost and found - theirs securely in
dedicated tandem. The ebb and flow, the tides
and times, drift about them, as they work their
way together into the days yet to come.

They speak softly to one another, albeit
assertively, with the assured nature of those
who know, among those who do not, passing
fey, wry and on occasion tart references of those
in transit along the periphery of their revolving,
magnetic attraction of quiet, confident
comprehension and accomplishment. Two of
a kind, comprising the rarity of one mind.