Golden Orbs

Golden orbs of fire,
Danced and Watered,
As I sat ,
Staring at them,
A feet apart.
My own,
Fixated at the vision,
Dreamt about,
For so many nights.
Transfixed,
Held by the moment,
We both sat frozen,
Still caught in the shackles of Time.
The embers, still smoldering within.
Not much had changed.
Yet there was a certain sense of reserve.
We had pulled back.
From all that we'd held dear.
The past,
Not playing the victim,
Anymore.
We had perhaps grown up
A little.
Moved on,
Some more.
We shan't cross
That line- ever.
A willing
Suspension of disbelief,
At the passage of so
Many dry days,
And blurred nights,
Flashed past us.
For we could still not
Deny, the child in us.
That could only break free,
In each other's company.
Yet we had chosen different paths now.
We must walk on.
Golden orbs can never
Defeat me.
Nor shall I ever fight them.
What is entrenched,
Is still deeply rooted.
A piece of me,
Held constant- still.
Amidst all the buzz,
In my mind-
I still pray for
Your victory-
Against all odds,
That had always seemed,
Stacked against you.
May you,
Never lose your sense
Of wonder.
May you still go on,
Golden orbs,
Shall never lose their fire.
A passive me,
Would be as watchful,
As ever.