Two Whales are separated in time and space, but not in spirit. |
2 The Whales Towards the stars she surfaces! An eruptive snort spray-showers the calm but bitter air, that foreign element from which life first takes its breath. The momentary leap dissolves into whirlpools as once more she haunts the deep, a fragmented phantom skimming over sea-caves of murky shelf; but she will not fly without her mate. They once were one, together with whitecaps and wind soaring the surface and plunging the depths... she now plunges alone. The fear was sudden as that quick, strong web mercilessly dragged the Sea King away in vengeful rage at anything that dared be so free. His soul cried out to her, an eternal bond that linked once separate emotions together in one infinite Spirit, more powerful than any star, yet gentler than a dribble of rain sailing on the breeze. His torment was hers she could feel the capture the stone walls, the cage of pill-water, the eyes of the beast. The water was cloudy the people were dazed Jesters of cramped court tempted by tidbits into playing the fool for the madly roaring crowds. The swift Sea-Hunter now swims the Shadows of the Lost, seeking his home amidst ripples of destiny guided only by the moon, the light of all pathways. The slow Lonely Whale now swims Light-Water covered by her ocean blanket wailing liquid sound-grief for her captured second soul. Rising birth! An awakened calf shares promise of merged selves... and... he holds the future in his surfacing for one gliding seeker and one trapped spirit. |