Realty life

For ages I held myself captive
in belief –
I could not be for real,

for I felt myself to be
inferior
to those who
(I was told)
were inferior to me,
yet in the beginning
we all stem from the Womb.

My book was anathema, heretic
and I made myself Tower
in icy silence
(not that I bit where I should
reach out, I merely listened).

In time I let night rule
my world, while

all those lives you grew up
behind the horizon,
moving along different paths
and stranger languages you spoke

towards an uncertain dawn.

In books we met, worded
in a common tongue.
Danger lies not where
Danger rules but a thousand lines
may meet.

Lightning from afar struck my Tower
and I spoke.

Your hand crossed the event horizon,
touched my cheek and gained my heart.
You made yourself my Lady of the Dawn,
even if you did not know day yourself.

To this day we are still writing
our contract of freedom…