Talking about things gone by.
The wind rippled through your hair.
Long hair, the way I always loved it.
My fingers sizzled as my eyes caught on.
They remembered brushing brown silk.
The sky above us begins to darken.
Storm clouds swirling.
I always knew it would be cataclysmic.
You look at me, eyes washing,
and yet insisting you're strong.
Insisting it doesn't matter.
That it doesn't hurt.
How I admired that fire in you.
The very thing that made you resent me so.
It always made me smile.
But today no smiles as your abyss eyes find mine.
I'm slipping in and out of two realities.
Trying to keep my grip on both.
It seems I'm falling all over.
In love with two natures.
Making love with two worlds.
And you still resent me.
I see the dark shadow that has fallen across your face.
A black wraith invading my head.
You seem to think it doesn't matter.
I'm calloused to all your beauty.
I guess I can't blame you.
And I can't blame myself.
The wind is growing stronger,
ripping us apart.
My eyes lift up, meeting yours.
Cold.
And yet I reach my hand out.
And I miss you love.
Your hand comes tentatively,
Fingertips brushing mine like so many brilliant stars.
A fleeting glimpse of glorious light.
And yet I'm bound by my own painful feelings.
You sigh as my head drops down.
Black crystal tears falling all around,
As I find the New Knowledge.
image by Luis Royo