Wandering, meandering, Gerda looked for Kay.
So many adventures, dangers, crises, escapes~
A life-time of trials and tribulations,
a quest for the Holy Grail.
While Kay sat, numbed and drugged,
and near-blinded by a mirror fragment
to the goodness in everyone and everything,
embittered old-young man,
senility before maturity.
And the ice-block scrabble
would not spell ETERNITY.
She came, as pure as she went into the fire,
as loving as when the briar-roses
entwined over their windows
in pre-mirror days.
Innocence preserved through the valleys of despond,
and the bleeding feet, and the bleeding heart.
She came and she wept sweet tears of sorrow
as she beheld her Holy Grail filled with hemlock.
She wept as if her cup overflowed.
Seeing her weeping, he wept. And the mirror
fragment left his field of vision,
and the world was sweet and innocent again.
Even as she who had just kissed the sleeping prince.
And they were children again, and the rose briars
formed a bower over their heads,
and the ice was melting all around.
They danced with joy, and the stones danced,
And the ice-blocks danced, and in a huge
negentropic leap, they spelled ETERNITY.
Eternity was theirs, all sins forgiven,
washed away with the tears of an
innocent and brave maiden,
in tears of love and hope.
Knowledge of eternity came spontaneously,
like the wind and the waves,
not laboriously or with effort,
Spirit-knowledge, love-knowledge
of Truth on high. The Light was brighter
than everything, but not at all blinding.
It was soothing and cheering, nourishing,
a flood of knowledge, a flood of truth,
a flood of love.
Hand in hand they danced and skipped home,
two happy children. And home was
just around the corner. No long journey now,
no encounters with dangerous creatures.
or any further trials.
Just run home as Mother calls for supper.
Everything is so easy, run downhill
to pure springs of Being.