Hewn Together

Stitched together from corpselike flesh,
Two fractured halves now beat as one,
Two broken souls once torn apart,
Dance beneath the waking sun.

But soft, hewn together forever,
Two lovers force light from the dark,
Like yonder light through broken windows,
Kindling fire from a dying spark.

Loneliness no longer lingers here,
Seated in the dress circle alone,
The symphony of this communion,
Turns silence into something known.

And when life’s chaotic theatre closes,
When the stage lies empty and still,
Two hearts remain in quiet defiance,
Beating together beyond all will.