The Twin Journey

Alive as a twin
Forward when they spin
Running back he hopes to unscrew
Recalling her experience he cried

The signs of maturing, inevitable
Show hand different innate characteristics
with every encounter an exercise
and the memory if remains, unchanged

The present in its forward motion
Steadily in its steps
Knocking down all airy walls
No moment stays the same

Recognising...
He chimes with senses
The bet of belongings she bags
Proves anyhow what will be one day

On his count
happy days shorter
bitter days longer
blind with 2 raised swords
he has no eyes

Signs of buds and thorns
watering the truth and dare
above him the sky
below her the root

Pin on a spot
they continue hand in hand
who leads who follows
the call in their hands

Back to reality they scream
and their friends all align
in the parade, they point
marching in a loop
the twin in a continuous journey

~J.K.