Twin Flame Poetry: Treasury 4

We tend to say that "time flew by", but is it true? Maybe we are the ones, flying through the space-time continuum, or maybe that was what Isis and Osiris experienced with all their exchanged poems. Winter went on mercilessly. Still, they could not be together. Time had taught them patience, understanding even for their special situation. Grief and pain had been replaced by helping each other - not just to get through the day, but to celebrate every minute as precious.

Despite the raging sea...