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Idle wandering, the all too familiar child of the ill-fated attempt of slumber. Youthful restlessness coursing through my veins, warming my flushed cheeks, all the way down my spine to my bare feet. Hazy languor rests its endolent hand at my hip, breathing crystalline droplets of dew across my neck. I reopen my eyes to a talismanic display, an entire celestial city is suspended in the clouds, transcendent in its astral eminence. The sky itself was dark, and would have perhaps looked quite dismal had not the stellar inhabitants been so avidly fleeting about, playfully twinkling and glittering at one another. I was reluctant to leave my seat beside the pond at first, my night vision being poor and my fears being unfaced and forgotten through so many years. Time had hardly begun to tap its foot impatiently as the curiosity began to prick up along my spine. I can feel him... I gathered my skirt and arose from the granite bench that held me. Tenebrous sounding songs eminated from tiny crickets, rising loftily into the night air like vapor. Such beauty, dark as it may have been, pulsed through their song that I nearly smiled. Ahead of me lay a fog so thick it cast the illusion of a cloud of pure sugar embracing the earth. The air was laced with the fragrance; my hundreds of floral nighttime companions. Stealthily they lead me into a hypnotic trance, quickly purging me of my fears of the solitude and darkness. To this day I can't recall how long I trod that moonlit path, for time had lost its meaning. All that mattered was this magical place, this epitome of such exquisite and near unattainable beauty, the kind that would await me in your eyes every night when I would lose myself in them. As mesmerizing as each star, innocently you would smile and nonchalantly hold me spellbound. This enthralling languor numbs my entity at every ephemeral touch, for not a moment nor eternity seems to last as long as I wish. With the setting of the moon, so flees my love as he leaves behind nothing but for yearning and a promise of reunion to carry throughout the sunlight until nightfall with the one he holds and spills whispered words to. "Be my wife..." Your kisses aren't like others so previously known love falls delicately from your lips, beauty from your eyes as tonight I learn why you love the night so. Post a comment in response: |
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