Memories are a sweet torment. As I sit on our priced stone and watch the air with more than an ordinary eye, and the wind blows in rhythmic patterns so effortlessly that your luscious hair dances to the notes it hums. Thus, a sweet sensational experience adds up to the torment of not having me hold your hands now that your tears glide down your face as the rain also showers. Your face is bowed on your kneels like a forgotten child, near that same spot it had happened.
I feel for you my beloved for I hold your hand even though you think that the breeze dry these tears; your tears I cannot physically dry with my kisses. I see your confusion, mostly when you struggle to assume that things are as normal as it was before, in those days.
I can't help but curl at the thoughts and vivid pictures of our making out on the beach and other places that coloured our love story. That night, the sea, the moon seagulls, birds, the breeze and nature were the witnesses as they also sighed when we did. However now, i am a live shadow, whom within me, still feels alive by the memory on which you feed and get by.
I wish that you can see me cry as i relieve those moments that were the realest. It were those memories that opened our ability to love each other so deeply that until now, is never ending. However, in this invisible non existing state, we both know for a fact that we are meant for loving to eternity. Nothing compares, nothing's at stake but only the earth between us that has devised every possible means to thwart our desires in feeling each other’s physical love.
The time draws near which would soon spell the end of my roaming in bringing you back fully to me. I wish I could relay the feeling of my impending rapture because the heavens cannot wait for me for long. I have lived in my selfishness that time should pause while I summon my best to make you immortal. But your spirit as I see now is much stronger, for you would rather live the life of agony and continuous tears in memory of our love and life together. May I consider this selfish or wise on my part and yours? Only heaven knows!
So, I must leave and not be a selfish immortal for I cherish your peace more than any other, as our love was the spiritual god that married us into one inseparable soul. Although you are presently absent in this realm, I know, soon we will meet again. I only fear if you will recognise me when I stand from a distance, and then in your face, to renew our vows through our magnificent kiss.
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