Monday, February 15, 2010

In the Dark...



He took her arm and tucked it safely in the crook of his elbow.


He heard her heart beat under the russle of her deep gown.


He bent towards her and whispered... "worry not my princess, I am there to hold you every time you falter"


She heard the gentle strains of music intermingling with the chatter of people waiting for her.


She saw the delicate patterns on the ancient glass panes of the door, enlightened by the subtle rays from the room beyond.


She felt his hand press hers reassuring...


She finally reached out and pushed across to the other side...


And then all was gone...


The light, the music, the people... his fingers slipped from hers... she twirled where she stood, lost in that dark hole of forever...


And there she twirls still, in that russling gown of misery... living the unreality of betrayal... stilled in a frozen block of eternity...


reaching out towards a hand of promise whose fingertips forever remain just out of reach...

Sunday, February 14, 2010

The day of love


Its the designated day of love, yet all I feel today is an emptiness where that love should have been. I try to substitute the void with rose coloured excused dipped in chocolate sauce.
I keep enumerating the things that are missing, because when I sit down to list the things that are not, I end up with a blank sheet.
And I hate blank sheets... I hate barrenness.
Some people say that emptiness is a place from where you can start again, its the point where you have so much more space to fill up.
But what do I fill it with? The past that no longer looks back? or the future that is nothing but an empty picture in a frame of the present?
I did not lose anything, except an illusion, the illusion I created to appease a hungry dream, an illusion that lulled the dream into a poisonous sleep.
And now I sit here at my dusty doorstep,
watching as the illusion walks away down the road to sea with its boxes of magic and colourful scarves, with its eternal promises and packs of cards...
I wonder if the dream that I so treacherously put to sleep, would ever wake up to sing me its sweet lullaby again?