In the depth of the night, two pairs of wings
took their first flight, drifting in separate bulbs.
Temperance controlled which of the bulbs
emptied first interchanging them in times.
Each time a pair held its pillow flying in dreams
the other pair of wings reminisced moments.
When one pair wakes the other sleeps.
The cycle goes on for nights and days
through joy and woes, highs and lows.
Sometimes their wings flutter in tunes
played in past times’ hurts shared as joys.
Like the knot controlling the sands
trickling into either of the bulbs;
their friendship keeps flapping those wings.
Sometimes temperance is a madness
shared between two souls with broken wings.
Once more the days will roll into nights
and those two pairs of wings will defy their strings.