the dim of the room, the steady sound of clicks with stalled pauses in between, like drawn out sighs circumnavigated its way through loop holes of reality and a state of whimsy...his fingers typed, while his soul spoke. and all together a language of his mind imprinted its way through ink and paper. the sound caused a heavy lull which cast a slight euphoric high on my weary self. i sat on the edge of his bed mystified, watching him...it was as if my presence faded into a ghostly entity, driving me deeper and deeper into the haziness from his lack of acknowledgement. the moon started its descent, unleashing shadows who played against the walls until the limit of light froze them in time of night. the man in the moon whispered me sweet laments, lastly mourning an obituary to his star-crossed sun. sleepiness crept its way to my eyes causing heavy lids and a yawn that broke the stilled silence. and from that mere disguise of a cry of existence, he in last disregard spun around from his spell bound; hand shackled to his typewriter till bled dry of thoughts.
"are you tired?" he glazed over through misty-doe eyes.
in response an undistinguished nod i mustered up from sheer lack of effort. in a stride of two leagues, he too sat at the edge of his bed. two old souls in the comfort of stillness and silence; etched between colliding beings grounded in a chemistry of inevitability and star-crossed loving; like that of the moon and sun. the sheets answered our inner yearnings of simple and plain strokes of sleep soaked pleasure. and before i knew it, his unconscious twitching coincided with his steady snores. i on the other hand lost all ability to come under the sandmans heavy burdened dusty breath; instead lay dead awake.
a waft lingered in the stagnant air which floated its way into the hull of my senses and caught me steadfast. of that of roses and seas salt. a strange concoction of perfumes puzzled my already foggy conception. as fast as i could recollect my surroundings, and as quick as a blink, my peripheral altered my attention. and i was in sudden intent, staring deeply into the corner of veiled darkness in which two figures emerged. enveloped in fabric like that of the ocean and tide, a woman stepped into the moonlight. and from beneath her sea foamed dress a boy crawled out. a dream state i was surely under, for no trick of the eye could fathom reality to this. her daunting gaze darted mockingly between me and the slumbered body beside me; completely under the weight of deep unawareness. i could of sworn a wry smirk plastered to her divinity from that of compelled beauty hid truths and answers of other worldly dimensions...of that of gods and goddesses perhaps?...
i once read, "...and from the sea froth birth the goddess of Love and Beauty, Venus..."
realization fought the line of doubt and imagination. and i broke a laugh at the non-sensed stupidity i have strung together; in lack of sleep my mind, in final dismay has played tricks of revelations in audacity of love. in conjunction to pathetic ludicrisy with no remorse to my self pity. ridiculing myself, the lack of attention led to a sequence of actions that occurred as a blur, for when the boy cocked his bow all senses grew numb into slow motioned reactions. in direct path of his arrow, bulls eyed straight to my chest i felt as in a brink immortalized in fear, too thick to comprehend and too thin to act upon. a slight movement of my body proved quickness of his hand and everything grew dark...
up from a sleep too vivid, a heavy heart ached my chest. a slight tinge of pain choked at my throat and i turned my direction to him. asleep still, he looked too peaceful to wake up. i drew a sigh, and i became weary of a pang of familiarity in the beats of my heart..."in loves heavy burden do i sink..." Aros has struck me stone cold, again. the workings of the Gods...i revel in immaculate resilience. i have no other blessing than that of the ability to love again.
