Pantheon of Love

By Toshihisa Nikaido

A body is a temple, even worn and old.
Streams of tears sharpened by life, frozen in time
Pierce the heart with endless years of cold
And obscure the journey of three to align.

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Now the eye of the temple reflects a new shrine
From a light that reignites an adrift cinder.
Seen between pillars, a new innocent shine
That melts away the hardened thorns of winter.

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Never a voice from below, nor from above
Holds a candle to our divine pantheon of love.