Before i fall asleep
Nearly a month has passed since my fingers have touched
these pages, and although I've felt sporadic pangs of the guilt that
only lovers of sentiment know, I have deserved to be free of words.
I was starting to view the shrouding of night's shade as the death of
day, and I despised that. Night became a prison, and I, a prisoner.
Dreams became demons among a world that damned all my desires, hopes,
and a heart which danced to the melody of its forbidden love. I talked
to you, though you could not hear me. I made promises to you as the
moon silently watched...and listened. I chose a star from the brightest
corner of heaven and gave it your name. And silently, just as the moon
listened, the star looked at me. Just as I wished the sea peaceful dreams
and left my spot on the rock, I heard windchimes in the distance, and
I knew that you - that we - were real. Then it's silence once more.
Silver danced upon the sea as I retreated for the evening. I felt the
light of your star on my shoulders as I turned to go.