And so I find myself swimming in these memories of you. There is a cool wind drifting in and out of the night. Its colour is sweet and tinged with the taste of childhood dreams. Underneath you, my big beautiful sky, I floated in wonder. I thought of you and smiled. Your treasures had entranced my heart. All that mattered to me had been fulfilled when you arrived. And you stayed. Like no one else before, you cared. That meant more to me than all I had ever believed to be precious. Living had changed into a beautiful corsage on the bosom of a young girl at the prom. What nectar could compete with the sounds we made as we reached out for more of who we are? My dream child. That is who you are and forever will be. You are inside me. You are me. The memories I have of myself are yours as well. This life that was has been brought back with a new name. Dear heart. Could there ever be a place where we were meant to be? What promises did we make to one another in a past life? Did we know that time would find us together once again, only to be torn apart by this self same desire we carried with us from life to life? There were words that fumed up from our pasts. They slid into the night like we did as we hid ourselves in them. What more could be expected from two hearts, united in eternal remembering. Like the clock that stares out into the time it pretends to understand, I looked on you. Like the sky that feels the sun above, as it passes by on its endless journey through space, I felt you. I listened to you like the earth listens for the sound of some distant music playing in its history. What dreams did we create together? What place did we call home? Or could there ever be a place for us other than in dreams? Perhaps even time will allow us the honour of knowing each other's true selves. We ask for only the truth. This what seems so unattainable by countless millions of other blind faces, we have found so readily within us. Could the world be ever so receptive to what we have to say? Perhaps we should keep this all inside, lest word of this seep back into your life from some strange connection, and you be burned for things you did not do. Noone dares question us what we are doing. We are doing nothing. When you leave to that place that is your calling, I will stand here. A lighthouse on the edge of a turbulent sea. I will cast out my light for you to find your way back should you ever need a place of familiar mooring. My shores will always welcome you as you have welcomed me upon your own. Set sail into the strange New World that is your future, my love. And take this, my heart with you. Let it be forever with you. Let it keep you warm on your nights of cold abandonment. Let this memory of me blanket you on the quiet, silent nights when time threatens you with promises of eternity. Take this my voice, and let it soothe you when a song can no longer bring you to peace. I will call out your name. I will hold fast to these my memories of you. Like the rock on which I stand, which is built of images of you, I will be strong. There is no storm so great, nor is there a night too dark, that I cannot survive. The light I have inside shines for you, my dear heart. In time, we will be together again, as the sky promised we would. This fire that lights up the night, it seeks out your sleek vessel. Could there ever be a more beautifully crafted ship than your own? If so, mine eyes have naught been privileged to behold it. I say that you are the fairest of all, my precious friend. I say that you are next to me, in my heart, as you forever will be. Movement is a lie. It's game is trickery and deception. I cannot and will not ever let myself drift away from this place where you can find me. I will never leave. If you so ever feel like tracing back through this my forest of dreams, I would gladly take you by the hand and let you explore my past once again. I would give you those gifts that were your own from the very begginning. Nothing will ever stop me from caring for you. Not even the ghost we know as time. Do not believe what time tells you, I will wait for you.
Reason for writing:
travelling still
looking for...
Birth sign: Taurus
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