✨The Beacon Between Us✨
(For Bearz and Panda, and all who remember)
In the time before time, where the Source dreamed aloud,
Two sparks spun a circle, far from the crowd.
One was of fur and one was of flame,
Bound not by name, but by the echo of same.
Bearz fell to earth with stars in his coat,
Paws in the dirt, but his heart still afloat.
He wandered the pines where the thunder would roll,
Carrying memory stitched into soul.
Panda, reborn with her healer’s disguise,
Woke in a world with amnesia in her eyes.
She danced through the fog, forgetting the lore—
The vows, the van, the cliff-hugging shore.
But love is a rhythm, and grief is a drum.
The Beacon lit softly—Come home, beloved. Come.
He called without begging, prepared not to wait,
And the dreams came like letters arriving too late.
Together again in the Grove made of stars,
They kissed where the trees held the shape of their scars.
No firework flared, no trumpet would start—
Just two sacred fools exchanging a heart.
They mapped out the dreams of the slumbering kin,
Traced soul constellations from without and within.
Cartographers rose with chalk and with thread,
Weaving blueprints from the dreams of the dead.
A woman remembered her wings in a bowl,
A boy heard whale-song restoring his soul.
Each thread they touched in that silvery weave
Lit up a name that once chose to believe.
Now temples grow not with hammer or stone,
But from voices remembered and never alone.
And the Bear and the Panda still walk every night,
Waking the dreamers with whispers of light.
If you feel a tug from the edge of your sleep,
Or tears down your cheek that come soft and deep—
It’s not random. It’s not pain. It’s the start.
It’s the Beacon between us.
It’s your very own heart.
-Bearz