She spoke in riddles, like shadows on the cave wall
He reached for forms, beyond the rise and fall
They met where being touches not-being’s edge
He kissed her silence, like flame upon a ledge

Two halves unwhole, in love’s eternal blur
From chaos born, and to the void they go

He built his truths on marble and despair
She whispered, “Nothing stays, not even air.”

And time, the thief, unbraided what they were
Two halves unwhole, in love’s eternal blur
From chaos born, and to the void they go
Still searching for the name the soul once knew to know

Now she dreams in water, he fades in stone
A philosopher’s truth: we’re always alone
But in that loneliness, a spark remains
The love that never dies, just changes names.