Companionship

 The search for a companion was forever present, like the day and the night for each other.

One in search of its darkness and the other in search of its light.

One presumed - the other ought to be there somewhere in his search for him. Their only conviction: that one's existence begets the other. Driven by blind faith one is in search forever.

Only this search is eternal 'cause one can't meet his other, for they'd annihilate to pieces asunder. 

 When one begins to strengthen the other begins to fade, and yet one is the companion of the other, by a twist of fate.

So is all of eternity spent in solace and in wait? For that friend is both his deliverance and his magistrate.

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That parched land lay in wait, life was caged and change stagnate. The Sun bore down in all His glory, but unbeknownst, His boon scorched and fires raged.

That weathered face turned up in supplication, prayers rose under his dying breath. Wisps of serene white clouds did not heed but fly, and the far ocean reminded by the azure sky.

With the rolling of drums them gravid inky clouds at last came by. Carpets were laid out, honey and dates in the caravanserai. They graced not, but marched on and rained down on that distant ocean.

A wayward drop of rain heard the swan song amidst the thunder, made its way down under. The parched earth received it, but with both hands, that sacred gift of friendship which was offered.
The sky blushed vermillion and the land burst out with the sweet smell of earth.