She came to me one evening at sunset as I was walking alone upon the beach far away from my home in thought and space. Her auburn hair floated in the air and her feet almost touched the sand as she sailed away from my view. She smelled like sweet red roses from a far away enchanted island where nothing else grows aside from yellow-green berries and love. And she was following her brother the sun into the ocean when I called her by name and she answered. I cannot recall the name I spoke because it exploded from me at my astonishment beholding her beauty. And so I cannot help you summon her unto yourself. But I can tell you to try because the sweetness of her smile would be worth waiting a thousand lifetimes for one glimpse.
In her smile I felt myself falling and as our eyes met, I could feel a flow of love that was carried upon streams of shimmering cool blue stars that size of sand. And as that effervescence filled me a grasped to hold her hand to prevent myself from falling into the abyss of my own dreams without a way or will to return. They were warm and soft like a summer pond covered in silk. And I recall having no sensation of a body as I realized all that could be and was. Music flowed from her mouth as it moved and it sang me a love song I cannot remember but will never forget.
While I could not understand her words, her message was as clear as a cold night in winter with an aurora dancing above. Somehow she told me, through some conduit I don't understand, I must find my true heart and follow it like a butterfly finds its home. I must not ask it the way in words, and I need not understand its message in a logical way, but I must know it and follow it like a river finds the ocean. And while my footsteps must be swift and sure I should not hurry. I can look back but only to see how far I'd come and I should never worry what lies ahead because it is perfect. She revealed that her lovely scent was intended to remind me to take time to smell the roses along my way. And her soft skin was to remind me to be gentle with all those I meet.
With that she began to fade as I implored her to stay. But she insisted that she needed to go to assist her brother in finding the morning. I started to cry and she turned back for one kiss. And in that blissful moment my tranquility was complete as I came to understand who she was and my own name. That is why I know but cannot tell except in whispers that which I have learned. And even then you must lean near to the frothing shoreline rocks in a summer storm to hear the truth, that you are love and love is everything. And yet you've known it all along.
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