Meanwhile ...
The Digital Age brings its binary logic.
The chattering 1's and 2's gossip their news.
Whilst ...
Nearby on the edge of the woods
A fallow Dear grazes.
The sun quietly slips below the hillside.
Mist descends blurring visions,
Allowing twilight magic to happen.
Moon beams.
Stars shine.
1's and 2's cease their chatter.
Off the breeze comes a song few hear.
Even fewer sing.
A song of such utmost beauty
Flowers drop their heads in praise,
Foxes hush their cries and
Crow for one brief moment sheds a tear of remembrance.
It's there, in this song that wedding vows are truly made.
Tongues speak their ancient language
We all once knew and our hearts quench.
In this song,
In this profoundest of loves,
The alchemical wedding is found.
Walk the edges and you to may hear the song
And stumble upon the wedding feast.
If you do, be sure to eat and drink your fill.
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