She visited me in my dreams for a fortnight; the length and soft texture of her hair brushing against my face as we kissed passionately. The scent of her, like the scent of a thousand fields of white and cream gardenias in beautiful array, intoxicating my soul as we slow danced to a beautiful concerto composed by the heavenly angels. Passionate words of love were whispered as I held her tightly; the warmth of her bosom against my chest causing my heart to flutter as she stunned me with her femininity and beauty. I was wrapped in her love and affection. I had known her intimately, and the passionate moments we shared was something to be written of in the stars. She had moved me. In tender longing I reached for her again to feel her warmth and love, but she wasn’t there. I searched for her in my dreams with fervor and much intensity, but she was nowhere to be found. Alas, the fifteenth day had come.
Category: Prose
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The cold desolation of the void encompasses me. The utter blackness of it depresses me and wounds my spirit. I will not let it feed on my distress. With tears flowing from eyes of anger, and with bare feet, I will dance. I will cry out from the abyss. Wildly and in uninhibited rage, I will dance in silent darkness.
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They hide behind calculated treachery, and meticulously constructed masks of deception, but the vileness in their laughter has given them away.
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All women posses their own unique beauty. The aesthetics of her external radiance is alluring, but it is the essence of her heart that will move me to passion.
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Love is a bright light in a dark world of desolation.
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Your love has touched my soul;
In my final hour, I will remember our time together;
I will kiss you with the kiss of eternal love
Let us recall our first encounter; let us savor our first kiss
I will tell the angels of you; I will tell the heavens of your wondrous love
Look into my eyes and kiss me passionately,
Let me feel your fire once again within me
Stare upon me lovingly and see my tears of deep emotion
I am moved to passion at the thought of you
The stars and the moon look down upon us in awesome wonder
Darling, your face is like a wonderful dream in light and beautiful splendor
I have given you my heart, and made vows to you for an eternity
We are inseparable in this life, and in the life to come
You are the beauty of beauties; You are a rose in a place of desolation
Your smile is like sunshine, and your heart is like heaven’s light
Place your hands on my face and let me feel your warmth
Your comfort is indescribable; It is a thing of wonder
My love, let us renew our vows and watch the sunrise
I can see the twelve gates of heaven as I look into your eyes
Let the earth shake and the heavens be moved as our names are lovingly written in the skies. -
Two horses stand still in deafening silence. They begin a slow walk as the carriage of the fallen is drawn. A sea of black follows behind in solemn state. Sobbing can be heard as tears fall from sorrowful eyes. Black satin gloves and silk kerchiefs wipe the tears away. The walk is not long, but the anguish of separation is fully realized in those final moments. Hands are held and comfort is given. Behind dark shades and black veils, the streaming of tears is endless. The manifestation of sorrow in it’s rawest form causes the heart to break. The red and teary eyes of the sorrowful gaze off into the distance in trance like state. In silence, their hearts cry out to the heavens in search of solace and healing. Doves are released; their whiteness is contrasted against the blueness of the sky. A red rose is thrown and a final prayer is whispered.
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Black veils draped over weeping faces
The slow singing of hymns
The recital of scriptures
Sorrowful eyes take one last view
The closing of the final chapter
Crying and wailing ensues
Flowers and a large photo tower over lifelessness
Carved and varnished wood is draped with soft cloth
Six men line up in stillness; three on each side
The white gloves of the pallbearers clutch metal against wood
The lifting of the departed
The rolling of wheels down a narrow aisle
A long pause before another heave
The fallen is carried
The cargo is loaded
A constant flowing of tears
The long ride – -
No one can relate to his pain. In darkness he sits, while contemplating the story of his life. The relentless agony; the hurt and sorrow. The strife. He would say a silent prayer, but his prayers haven’t been answered as of late. Walking on a razor’s edge, a gust of wind could be the deciding factor of his fate.
The plight of the sorrowful is a long and winding road through the depths of hell. They claim to love him, but their definition of love is frail and without depth. They speak with forked tongues and whisper poisonous words in dark places. Their hearts beat with the blood of treachery and the darkness of their souls have devoured them. He sits and witnesses their demise from afar, as they unknowingly descend into the very pit they have made with the folly of their deception.
The kissing of lips and tender moments, the intimacy and sharing of love that existed in his memory, have been reduced to rubble. All that is left are sorrow, anxiety and perpetual suffering. The lonely are forgotten and cast into the deep sea of insignificance. Who will hear his silent cries? As he walks on, his cross grows heavier and heavier; love has been a dream, and happiness a prayerful wish. The heaviness of his sorrow is enough to crack the foundations of the earth, and the measure of his pain is enough to fill the seven seas.
Despite his travail, there is still love and a unique passion and warmth in his heart. He survives with raw determination and the memory of his mother’s face is glowing light. Still, rest is not easily found, as he walks into the darkness to face the terrors of the night.
Intimate Compositions 