ancient lovers suspended in fossilised amber, archaeologists have found what it meant to feel before history happened.

they carried their souls in a breath, i feel it too; a beauty lost to museums and relics.

i see them; i try to touch them - intervene in their time and make them mine.

i want to be part of them as much as they want to be a part of me.

i des

i think my bones should have a place to rest even before i die. i am of myth; forged of steady ground, of marble stone and blazing sun.