An Ancestral Saga

It is me. You remember you said it to me only once -
You were scared to think I could probably have no care
For you, 'Darling. It’s me – nothing but inharmonious scars.
It is you. So easy to find and frightful to fail.

You are dwindling to any above have been labeling skies.
I am resting in peace. You should know the case of this writing!
There’s none of eternal unbreakable binding ties…
But the Law will declare the Darkness subsequently lighted!

You could have me beside you. I needed just only a word.
You were silent. You kept me against collapsing a sound
Of a unity. Was it too light to enfeeble the cord?
And be honestly, truly alone – so perfectly proud!

It is me. An enigma. It’s you. A developing day.
Cotton sheets are so cold and swirled and confusedly tumbled.
No point in arguing. Stay… and please let come what may…
To you raised to No-more and to me unreserved… falling down.