Thursday, June 2, 2011
Romantic Friday Writers: I remember...
I took the alabaster vase which you had carved, from the shelf. Browns, blues, and yellow on a muted white back drop, swirled in the alabaster stone like thoughts in random chaos, beautiful to behold and tragic to experience, the vase held my tears. Tears that you collected with each heartbreak. Tears of joy mingled to blend the two emotions.
I poured them together into the pool of life and there you were, gazing back at me. The memory of your finger tips as a summer breeze through my hair. Your voice of encouragement, never harsh, always truthful, I treasured. Each phrase of your utterance like a verse of poetry, lingers in my heart. My soul is lifted by your presence.
"I have failed you my love."
"How so?" I hear you say.
"Too many things took your place. Too many drove me from your side."
"Than come back." I saw you beckon, arms wide, your gentle smile sliced through my hesitation. New tears formed in my eye. Be still, my heart, my soul, yet how could I return? Fear kept me a prisoner.
My body grows old but not because of you. All that I desired has slipped from me. All the possessions burned away. I am alone. My memories return to you, to the pool, to the alabaster vase and I reach for it again.
A memory slips from within. A song, so beautiful. Desire strikes a balance and I raise my voice to join the chorus. Within the message is clear. "Come back to me." Why did I hesitate?
Death kissed me this morning. I gazed out the window and saw my road. Too many forks. I had hesitated with each turn. But it didn't matter, I knew that now. I saw you at each corner; you turned to follow me when I should have followed you. What is life unless it is to embrace what is dear to us? You are dear to me. Why did it take so long for me to see?
I hope you enjoyed that. (340 words).
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