Soft on the neck of either dove love's hands let slip the reins: and while we look for light of love, love's twilight wanes...

We cannot wait for the other shoe to drop, when the road becomes unendurably bumpy. If the aura of truth starts to wane and the light of the sky begins to splinter, only resilience can settle things. (“Steaming ahead”)

After the fire died down, what remained were two charred hearts, that once beat as one.