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It was the breeze, the tingling of the skin as the words settled in. The eerie sound of the silence, as the heart beat quickens. Time slows, years flash as once was becomes what is. A kaleidoscope of images of laughter, of feelings swims in his mind. Reality, swarms around him, a chance not taken, a conversation not trully considered. Twenty two years he’s fought, fought against his own fears. Fears of breaking two hearts, his and hers. Stranded in an ocean of regrets, broken promises, and darkened floating wood of bridges burned by his own hand. For every storm that came, for every wave that crashed, for every tear that fell, for every cloud the he feel from the dolphin came. Whether she came in spirit or flesh, it was enough to save him from drowning. She never could stay long nor could he. For he was always restless, always on the run from himself, like the wolf that watches over the pack but often strays off alone sometimes never to return once his work is done. For she had dreams, dreams never given up still being pursued, others to save from life’s relentless waves, like the dolphin, majestic, beautiful, and mysterious in her own way. Worlds apart, yet reaching for the same thing but, only one willing to take the leap. The wolf had his chance but, the dolphin could wait only for so long. The wolf now watches from afar, as the dolphin swims and leaps with song, while the wolf howls his own as the full moon casts its shadows. Friends they will always remain, the thing that once was more, now takes its place among the fables and tales.
A foundation built so strong, laid with all the right plans. Love and trust the columns while hope rose high to span the ceiling. Each day it seemed its wonders and strength continued to grow. But soon to be only continuously hacked and chipped away at by your own hands and pick. All the time warned by its shaking but to be ignored by your ignorance. Realization of the damage your created comes to late as the final supports give way, pillars one by one fall, trust, promises, hopes all smash to floor as you say over and over again, “ why, why did you have to be so blind”. In ruins your world lays scattered all around photographs that once brought smiles now only bring tears flutter in a cold winter wind. A life, a future, a dream lay in pieces all around your feet. Music once full of joy now to be replaced by the sadden song. The coming wind stirs up the dust almost forming the figure of the one you have failed with eyes of sadness, her eyes burning the guilt into you. Surveying the damage you cry, collapsing down to the ground screaming cries of anguish into the skies fading light, teardrops staining the rubble. Slowly you walk out of the wreckage as the thunder rumbles and the dark clouds roll in and the rain comes down. Lightning flashes across your raging face while your heart breaks with each bolt seeming to strike it. In front of you the dust stirs up another figure one of you shaking its head, while its eyes of disappointment pierce your soul as it feels the separation of what you use to be. Into the darkness you walk in search of new shelter and new life. Clutched in your hand one photograph, one you could not bear to leave behind all the while staring at it and saying, “Never, never again will I be so blind.” With one last turn you look upon the scene of destruction, a life you worked so hard to finally get, a future you had waited for so long to have, a dream is all it has become.
I sit and watch the stars, trace the constellations as the sailors of long ago counted on them to find the shore. Amongst the Dippers, the Great Bear, and the Scorpion also form the faces of those long gone. How I wish like the sailors of old I could use the stars as they once did if only live was as easy. If only they could plot my course. If only I could glide back to you aboard Pegasus majestic wings . But Sagittarius the archer shoots me down back to earth and reality while Pegasus forms back into the stars. If only I could be Hercules and save Andromeda but when I do the chains only claim me, the chains of life. If only I could be brave like the mighty Leo but Orion the hunter has other plans. If only I could be as fierce as Draco the dragon and gentle as Cygnus the Swan. If only I could be Persues the hero and maybe earn Cassiopeia the queens favor and maybe she stay. If only I was the sailors of old and let the stars lead me to the shore.
It doesnt come in a box, wrapped all bright. It doesnt come with a big red bow all nicely tied. It cant be bought for any amount of gold.
It is fragile as cinderallas glass slipper, sacred as the burning bush, and as beutiufual as a rising sun upon the water. It is as hard to find as a fabled dragons guarded treasure.
It brings upon a person the brightest days if recieved and the longest rain if lost. It can feel as surreal as a dream if given and as painfull as a blade into the heart if taken.
Angels sing when it comes and cry when it leaves. It can sweep u away only to cast you upon the rocks.
It is the hope that lies at the bottom of Pandoras box. It is the shot one takes in the dark, the limb they take a chance on crawling out upon.
It can be as strong as a raging river, as gentle as a woodlands stream. It as deep as the Grand Canyon and as rare as an oasis in the Sahara.
It is Gods greatest gift, two peoples greatest achievement, the worlds greatest mystery, the novelistist greatest romance.
It is lasting true love.
the burning starts
the pain begins
an old scar
becomes a fresh wound anew
memories overwhelm
a name at its helm
near collapse
stolen breath
the world and heart stops
everything becomes flipflopped
only a wave is managed
walk of shame is subsquently taken
one look outside and it starts to rain
as i peer into my lonlely reflection from the window pane
all the memories, all the pain conveyed thorugh a simple wave
and a clear glass pane
The wave’s splash upon the beach as the sun sets into the ocean, the water turns from blue to red and yellow from the suns disappearing rays. Lights from the pier flicker in the slow approaching darkness. A man stands at the end of it with a bottle in one hand a picture of a girl in the other. There is no message, no note only the faded crinkled edged picture. He wants to let go, let it join the sea of lost loves. With one final look he puts the picture in the old bottle delectically and secures the cork. With tears he arches his hand back and lets a mourning cry so the bottle flies from his hand splashing into the faint red and yellow water. Calmly the bottle floats as the waves gently carrying it out to sea as the man walks on into the night.
The bottle continues on and is discovered by a mermaid who uncorks the bottle and stares at the picture. A precious tear escapes her eyes, for she will never have the love the man once had, nor will her tear help the man, for his life is already gone. The mermaid recorks the bottle and lets it drift it on as she swims to the depths singing her mournful tune with the whales.
The bottle continues on and is discovered by fisherman who plucks it from the waves thinking it could be of value. Uncorking it he stares at the picture and cries the girl bear resemblance to the wife he once had, cancer took her from him and now he retreats to the sea for its solitude is his hearts refuge. Recorking the bottle the fisherman throws it back into the water and sails on.
A man drifts in the ocean his plane has crashed in the open sea as the bottle finds its way to him. Uncorking it the man begins to cry as the girl in the picture reminds him of his daughter that he rarely sees because of a rough divorce, the wife took the house, and most of the money but worst of all his baby girl. He had been flying back to the states for a rare visit that has now been cut short. The bottle gives the man hope as he recorks it and lets it continue on.
The bottle has traveled long and far and has now taken rest upon a beach on the opposite shore of where it started from. A woman is walking upon that beach, in one hand a bottle in the other a picture. There is no message, no note only the faded crinkled edged picture. The girl spies the bottle glinting in the rising morning sun and walks over to it. Lifting it she brushes the sand way and stands in shock as awe as she cries, the picture is familiar same face, same eyes, same smile that has so long been not shown. Uncorking the bottle she stands the dilemena in her hands, she could call him but, she had came to let go, to let it join the sea of lost loves. Deciding she puts both pictures in the bottle, and walks over to the pier and up to the end. Arching her hand back she lets out a mournful cry as the bottle flies from her hand and hits the red and yellow waves. The bottle drifts back out into the ocean, back to a sea of lost loves, to a new course. The woman walks of the pier into a waking city.
Years later a man and women are dredging the ocean looking for valuables, pulling up a fool net they haul it onto their boat as a bottle slips out. The man picks it up inside there are two pictures once whole now torn into separate pieces. The man calls out to his wife, look I found another one. The woman answers, darn not the kind of treasure were looking for but a treasure nonetheless, a treasure of love long lost.
when i was little i was read stories of the happily ever after endings,
never really believed as i saw plenty of my own attempts becoming quick tragic ends
then that one faithful day i gave it another go
hopes high like always, but prepared for the usual goodbye within a few
by the time a month rolled around my world had soared into the clouds
floating on clound nine, feeling like never before
life was good, my furture finally looking bright
i made mistakes but worked to change, for true love was at stake
every time you forgave and love stayed
the months continued on as 22 became my greatest day
songs we sang, smiles we showed, kisses and hugs we gave
the world was ours for the taking
all signs pointed to you, to a future i had before only dreamnt
but are foundations began to shake as i continued to make dumb mistakes
the ground cracked as the love began to divide
i saw to late, mistakes to great, like a fool i had played the true love that was at stake
knowing i had lost, knowing your happiness would be better off without me, i let you go
but within a few, you said, "we have to give it one more go"
overjoyed with tears, i ithougth i could bring back are sun
but once again i sabtaboged are attempt with words
words not on purpose, only in desperation, for true love was at stake
they proved along with my mistakes to be the final earthquake
now i stand on the outside looking in, as another takes my place
i see you smile, that is what i want, wish it was me but, your happiness wil always be more important than me
wish you both the best, because you are the best, women, wife, and mother any man could hope to love
now i sit and remember those stories of happily ever after endings
before doubted their truth, but now i know they are for those lucky few
for i had happily ever after in my grasp, bright as the sun, clear as a full moon
for that future i saw
now the days seem longer, the sun not as bright, rain comes in the form of tears some nights
will i move on time will tell, probably will, but one will never forget and nothing will ever be the same,
for true love was at stake, only to be lost by my dumb mistakes
